A former law school classmate of my son lives here these days.
I checked: she wasn’t in sight. “What’s your wife’s favorite color?” Quickly followed by an assurance it was okay if he didn’t know, most men when cornered with that question are unsure.
He was sure. “Cerulean.” With a little nod of the chin in emphasis.
Right. I knitted it all up and I gave it all away.
(They’re a little lighter in real life.)
My back didn’t want to do wheel time and I didn’t want to ply that laceweight but I also didn’t want to guess at getting the right blue nor have to haul that heavy pot around–and then goof.
(It’s a little brighter in real life and there’s no purple to it.)
Guess what tomorrow’s going to be about?