Purple has always been a favourite colour of mine. I never knew there was a word for it. That’s kinda cool.

As a child, I had a lot of purple stuff. Including a tomahawk bike that my Dad spray painted purple for me.

As an adult, purple has been a constant colour in my life. There have been rather a large number of bruised body parts in that colour too sadly.

In fact I’m wearing a purple top as I write this. Thankfully no bruises to go with it.

I find it fascinating how we’re drawn to certain colours. And don’t like others. Just goes to show how different we are (and the same too).