There’s something about the sight of red roses on Valentine’s Day. Maybe it’s the rich deep blood red. Maybe it’s the scent of the bouquet. Or maybe it’s the subconscious underlying meaning that red roses conjure up. But what is that meaning, and who made these meanings up?

I love color. I love wearing it…slathering the walls of my home with it…surrounding myself with it. You could definitely say I’m not afraid of it. But even though I love color so much, my house is decorated with only 3 main colors-creams, rusts, and greens. That’s it…just 3 colors. Maybe there are different variations on these, but basically, that’s it.