Do you ever have a love hate relationship with a colour?

My love/hate colour is: Grey

I love that an Rx 8 comes in gunmetal grey, it clearly defines the shape and angles of this beautiful car but I hate the fact that as I age my hair thinks it should turn gunmetal grey, instead of a glorious light pale shade of silver.

I love a light dove grey jumper that is soft cashmere wool it feels so good against my skin and soothes my soul. But I’m not keen on waking up to find heavy grey clouds piling in, reducing the light level and making the sky feel as if its sitting on my shoulders.

I love the ocean when it’s fierce and angry and throws its cement grey waves at the shore line but I hate the fact that many industries refer to the 'grey brigade' (the over 50’s) as if all that is needed is internet classes.

I love Greys anatomy for its background music and introducing me to artists I’ve not heard of before but I hate the idea that a loved one can be ill and have a grey tinge to their skin, a sure sign that something is wrong.

I love shabby chic furniture that’s painted in muted delicate shades of soft grey but I can’t stand to read grey print, I find it so hard to read.

It’s odd that this colour, grey can bring out such a strong reaction in me as it is made up of black and white which are not colours in their own right, they are simply either end of the spectrum, the absence of light and light itself.

Maybe my love hate relationship with grey is because sometimes the colour can feel cool but some shades of grey can actually feel warm. It’s an odd perspective if you think about it. But then maybe it’s just me…

So how important is colour to you?

And does colour matter to your characters in your novel. Do we need to know that they have grey eyes? Are in a grey mood, or having a grey day…?