She loved white- white dishes and white curtains, white bedspreads and peeling white paint. What was it that appealed to her so? I can’t be sure but maybe it was the cleanliness of white, like the crisp sound clean white sheets make when snapped across a bed. Maybe it was the country charm the color inherently brings with it. The delicate nature of a bloom’s ruffled white petals. The intricate transparency of white lace. If I had to guess, though, I would say it was what white represents that she loved most: purity, simplicity and the utter absence of darkness.