It reminds me of Dusty Old Rose — the kind of color that holds a whole memory. Like the smell of my granny’s hand soap, tucked between her clothes in the cupboard. I used to open the door just to breathe it in, hoping I’d remember that scent forever.
I still do. And with the scent, more memories arrive — soft, quiet, and full of feeling.
Hydrangea has that same quality. Gentle, nostalgic, a little floral — a color that doesn’t need to say much to be felt.
