Music and art being my main things, I have lots of different reactions to differing shades of a colour. I love a clear yellow, prefer a daffodil to a pale primrose yellow , but not only did I like wearing this colour when I had copper coloured hair, but also many years ago my father decorated my sister and my bedroom. He was muttering some unsuitable words for small girls as he did the room, because the paper was cheap and tore easily. But oh it was the very very best coloured room ever and if I found such a paper again I would immediately buy a lot of it. It was a white background with little green and little yellow squiggles or like little worms or grasses wriggling over the paper. When you woke in the morning the light would shine on the paper and y ou always thought that it was a sunny day before you even opened the curtains. It was the most cheering paper to get up to, and it was like seeing the sun on the lovely light green grass, and it started every day in a good state. I have never forgotten it and still seek it out. Never ever want any blue paper in a bedroom, too cold, dont like namby pamby pink but quite like the richer pinks such as one from years ago which I think was called schiperelo or something like that a rich vibrant pink, . My other thing that drives me mad, is why do the british wear such miserable raincoats and coats in the winter? The weather is bad enough never mind everyone walking round like miserable matchstick men. My sailing jacket in bright yellow again, or something in red or light green or an umbrella in white with red umbrellas on the cover, anything to cheer the horrible winters morning up, not add to the gloom and doom! I am always aware of colour, and wear shades of colour that go together quite a bit and stripey tops that go with a matching coloured pair of trousers, but can internally cringe when I see something that really clashes in a horrible way, and wonder how the person could have put those colours together if they are not colour blind!! Different pieces of music , also can have colours , not just in the sound itself but I find myself often thinking of specific colours when listening to Chopin, or Debussy, and for me of course the great J S Bach brightens up and lifts any time of day and any sad occasion, and brings the joy to life of lovely times. Might be a bit addicted to him but hurrah, intend to remain so. Yet can also be uplifted by Poulanc and many others from G@S to Hildegarde of Bingen. Ah time to dash off to a viennese waltz to the kitchen now. Enjoy your colours and music everyone