I love all things rainbow.
Here's my daughter modelling a rainbow jumper that I knitted when I was a student. She wore it for a 1980's themed charity day at school earlier this year. Most of the time, it sits in my wardrobe, as mohair isn't exactly fashionable any more. But I keep it 'cos I made it, and if it's as cold at the Festival of Writing next year as it was this, I might have to dig it out again. (J looks a lot better in it than I ever did...)
When I got married, the cake had tiny rainbows on it. It also had a cluster of rainbow-coloured flowers on the top layer. (Should have been red and orange, to go with green and yellow on the middle and blue and purple on the bottom, but the decorator misunderstood my instructions.)
I bought a rainbow cross to hang in my window. Only problem is, I can't remember where I've put it. Somewhere safe, no doubt, and I'll find it when I'm not looking for it.
I stitched a Noah's Ark sampler a while back. I had to source new threads for the rainbow because those provided just weren't 'right'.
My avatar on the Word Cloud is always a rainbow - my favourite is a button collage, but I'm currently an origami construction. I even put 'Squidge - Rainbow Writer' on my cards for York. And I've written a rainbow book - about Granny Rainbow. (Even if I did lump indigo and violet together in the 'purple' chapter.)
I don't let this fascination control me - I don't have rainbow rooms for example. That would be just too weird.
Why am I so taken by rainbows, I hear you ask.
Honestly? I have no idea.
I have a faith, so the rainbow is important to me because it represents a certain promise, but I think in the main it's something to do with purity. Rainbow colours (for me) have to be 'true' and in the right order. (Woe betide one that has pink or turquoise in it, red at the bottom, or two shades of blue instead of purple.) It's all about my love of colour, and how it makes me feel.
I reckon the world would be pretty dull if I only saw it in shades of grey.