Jan in VA

My identifying colors seem to be red/white/blue, as that is what most of my quilty friends connect with me.

My personal color is a true, intense, but pale aqua. It's the color of the inside of my mind, my personal inner space, the depth of my meditations. I rarely see it in the real world, but I fully expect to see it in Heaven!

Jan in VA

Quilty-Louise

I love seeing that I am not alone in having
signature colors and symbol.

Is there a "story" behind the symbol and/or colors?

For me yellow has ALWAYS been my favorite color, as
far back as I can remember I always wanted clothes
or anything in yellow. To this day the main color you
can find in my closet is yellow. My kitchen colors are
blue and yellow mainly because my wonderful husband found
out that I had always wanted to own a complete set of
blue pyrex baking dishes, he found them and bought me
2 of each piece.

Now about the symbol of the 3 yellow roses.

My first husband was a mean man when he was drinking, I
became his punching bag, 18 months after we was married
and 10 days after our daughters first birthday he died
in a drinking and driving accident.
To say I had a real hate going towards men in general
was putting things mild, but put me in the path of a
drunk man and I became almost insane from the hatred.

One night several of my women friends and I was at a
restaurant having dinner and talking. Most of my friends were single moms, but there was a couple who had spouses.
Just after we placed our food order a group of nicely dressed men came in and was seated near us. A couple
of the men started flirting with my friends, and some
how (still not sure HOW it happened) but our tables ended
up being pushed together and we went from a table of 7
women to a table of 17 (10 men plus us women). Two of
the men seemed to be trying to get my attention, but at
the time I just was not interested in men or dating even
though I had been a widow for 2-1/2 years.

I soon gave my apologies and left because I had to get
home to my daughter (in-laws was babysitting her). About
a week later I get a call at work from one of the guys
at the restaurant. I politely told him I was not interested
and hung up. This went on for several weeks until one day
the calls just stopped.

Fast forward 3 months to my 20th birthday I was on my way
to meet my former mother in law for breakfast and a day of
shopping when I discovered 3 yellow roses laying in the
drivers seat of my car with a note that read "pretty roses
for a pretty lady" signed nobody.

To this day nearly 30 yrs later I have NO CLUE who put
the roses in my car, but I received them EVERY year from
that day until I left North Carolina and moved back to
Colorado.

That was 15 years of anonymous yellow roses. I often
wondered if it was the guy who kept calling me, but I
will never know.

sewlisa

Purple, here. :-)