A rainy afternoon in a Kyoto fabric shop changed how I think about color
I was stuck in this tiny shop for about two hours because of a downpour, so I just started looking at all the fabric rolls. The owner, an older woman, saw me and without a word, she pulled out three bolts of indigo cloth, each a slightly different shade. She laid them next to a bolt of faded orange silk, and the way those blues popped against the warm tone just clicked for me. I used to pick one main color and match others to it, but now I look for that one contrasting piece first to build the whole palette around. It's made my last three designs way more interesting. Has anyone else had a moment like that, where seeing colors in a new place totally shifted your process?