If I had to work on my photography in a cube, I'd cover that cube with wall paper (cube paper?) that had Skittles on it. Not because I have this weird dream to live inside a candy machine (Willy Wonka was a freakin' genius), but because it would mean I'd be surrounded by a world of color, all day, everyday.

It's this running joke with my husband that the worst thing you could do to me is leave me stranded on an island where the only colors that existed were burrito brown and gloomy grays. And there was no such thing as vegetables or salads. (gasp!)

I've loved color of all sorts for as long as I could remember. If I had conrol over my wardrobe as a child, I think I would have chosen to dress up as Rainbow Brite everyday, complete with yellow hair and a cheesed out grin on my face. I'd proudly be the kid in kindergarten who showed the world what it'd look like if Bruce Lee ever got into a fight with a bag of Skittles. And WON.

Color just makes me as happy as Steve Urkel was doing the Urkel dance, as Balky was doing the dance of joy - so you can imagine my glee and yipees when the husband suprised me with MAC eyeshadow palettes once for Christmas. Oooooh, my boo knows me!

Hope you enjoy a sunny weekend full of life, color, and a Costco-sized bag of Skittles.

Happy Friday!