I have been thinking about color a lot lately. I mean a lot. It started in my photo group when one of us mentioned that she was working on her color palette. I thought that was pretty cool. And it got me thinking about my own color palette. I know I'm drawn to certain colors in my home and wardrobe, so of course I'm drawn to certain colors in the photos I take. But do I sit down and think about it? Not really.

It's time.

After listing the colors she thought made up my story, Christine's wise suggestion was to create a secret Pinterest board based solely on color. Now admittedly, I'm not the most adept at Pinterest, but man, that place sucks you in, doesn't it? I cleaned up my standing boards first, ensuring that the cover photos of all my boards felt roughly thematic. After that, I dove in, initially hesitant but with gaining confidence. I pinned and pinned and pinned. This could go on for days! It was blessedly freeing. I didn't have to worry where anything went or how to categorize certain photos, I chose each picture solely by color alone.

I do have a color story. Christine nailed this first chapter, warm whites. What a help she was! And looking back through my photos, it's there. Not as much as I'd expected based on how I was pinning, so maybe I need to pay attention to that too. And then, how do you tell a color story with words? That's what Christine and I want to know.

All I know is that I'm going to try to start telling my color story better in my photos. It's one thing to look back and see how your story has unfolded. It's quite another to make deliberate choices so that the path keeps moving forward. There will be more color stories and more chapters to come.

Neel's out of town tonight, so after his hitting lesson, Cal and I are treating ourselves to dinner out. That's not how we've been rolling on Tuesdays, of late. I've mentioned, I think, that Cal has started cooking for us one night a week. We love it and he loves it. Because of his homework schedule, Tuesday night is his night. Last week, Neel taught him how to grill (Burgers. Awesome.), but the week before that, when I took these photos, was the first time he made a recipe that he was familiar enough with to move about the kitchen on his own, as if it was his own familiar territory.

He made us one of his favorites, Chorizo Sausage Tacos from Rick and Lanie's Excellent Cooking Adventure. It's one of our favorite cookbooks and has long been one of our favorite dinners. It was the first dinner Cal learned to make.

These are the things we do, teach our kids the skills they need to know to go forth and live their lives on their own. Laundry, cooking, ironing, making their beds. All the little tasks that make up daily life. So am I proud that Cal is accomplishing these things? Of course I am. But the satisfaction he feels in feeding us once a week, the lesson he's learning that feeding your family is not just an task of nourishment, but an act of love. Well, this is good.

color story :: warm whites {still + life}

tuesday nights {still + life}