"She was bareheaded, and her splendid hair, more than ever like Browning's 'gorgeous snake,' was bound about her head with a crimson ribbon. She wore a dress of some dark material, very plainly made; but swathed around her waist, outlining its fine curves, was a vivid girdle of red silk............. She had told Anne that she never felt satisfied without a gleam of red somewhere about her, if it were only a flower. To Anne, it always seemed to symbolize Leslie's glowing, pent-up personality, denied all expression save in that flaming glint."
L. M. Montgomery in "Anne's House of Dreams"
I've always been captivated by that image of repressed creative passion; distilled and channeled into a fierce, crimson textile, speaking the volumes that cannot safely be given voice.
In Silken Mystic (Red poses such a challenge to capturing both the intense depth and saturation and the reflective properties of the silk, which render the photo lighter and pinker than the yarn truly is):
and Blissful Sock: