V is for violet.
One of my scarves, from when I bellydanced. Just a great excuse to indulge in lovely fabrics and bangles, appealing to the seven year old in myself. Always including the variations on purple, indigo, violet, grape. Dark jewel tones that pull in the light and reflect back a tinged dark, shimmering and shadowy. This makes me want to put on my coin belt and every scarf, crank up 3Mustafas3 or Gogol Bordello, to roll and swivel and swing to. I don't want to lose this inherent rhythm, the one that moves to violet.
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