It's not the Yellow, it's Me

Thanks to some sketchy information I stumbled across on the internet, there's one possible reason for why I dislike the color yellow: I may be a tetrachromat. Like bees, I could have four types of color-sensing cones in my eyes (the norm for humans is three.) This is a mutation evidently in a slim percentage of the population. There's an online test here you can take to see how many colors you can detect (note: it's been debunked already, so this is just for fun.)

Whether or not I actually have the mutation, I know I've always seen more colors than other people. It takes me forever to pick out paint or fabric by color because to my eye there are so many variations. I also regularly point out shades of color that family and friends tell me they don't see. Then I've been seriously irritated by the color yellow my entire life, which seems to be a prominent tell for tetrachromats.

I'll never know for sure, but it's interesting to think that may be the reason. I'm a mutant!

Comments

nightsmusic said…

You are not a mutant! At least, I don't think you're a mutant. Maybe you're not a mutant? Okay, but just don't tell anyone else. This will stay between us ;)

November 19, 2019 at 12:16 PM

the author said…

You are hereby sworn to secrecy.

November 21, 2019 at 3:51 PM

Downsizing

This was my fabric stash once I sorted everything -- 22 full bins. I spent a day taking out and boxing up what I could part with, with the goal of trying to reduce it by half, so I'd have 11 bins. I was very strict with myself, and removed everything that for one reason or another I was sure I wouldn't be able to use. This is what I ended up with -- 12 bins of fabric that I'm keeping. It's not quite half, but close enough. Half of what I took out went to a local quilter friend, a school and Goodwill. These four tightly-packed bins will be going to the local quilting guild once I make arrangements with them for a drop-off place. I am relieved and a little sad and now determined to control my impulses to thrift more fabric. I don't want to do this again, so until I use up six bins, I can't for any reason bring any new fabric into the house.

In Progress

I promised myself I would show you the good, bad and ugly of my cleaning this year. This is what it looks like when you dump thirty years' worth of stashed fabric on the floor -- and oy, what a pain in the butt to pick up again! This is what it looks like after it's been sorted, folded and placed in containers, which took me about a week. Now the hard part is to downsize my stash by at least half, I think (that's my goal, anyway.) I've already e-mailed the president of the local quilting guild, a local friend who is a quilter, and a public school art teacher I know to see if I can donate some of the excess to them. The rest will go to Goodwill. Already I've reduced my vintage textiles from two bins to one, and my scraps from three bins to one. It's probably the hardest clean-out I've done, which is why I saved it until last. I know I have too much fabric, more than I can use in my lifetime -- but at the same time, I love it. So I have to

Other Stashes

Along with clearing out the spare bedroom and tidying my office and our guest bedroom, I decided to reorganize some of my stashes. This is all the yarn I have on hand, sorted by color. It looks like a lot, but lately I've been using up a minimum of half a bin every month, so this is approximately a year's supply. All of my solid color cotton perle thread. I go through a lot of this every year, too. I need a container in which I can fit all of it together, but I haven't found the right one yet. I won't show you all of my fabric -- I'm still reorganizing this stash -- but I went through everything and donated two bins of fabric I won't need to the local quilter's guild.

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