Monday, October 19, 2009

It Looked Like Fabric

To me.

Before I turned 50, I'd never been purple.
I think I became purple in December, 2006.

Not just any purple.
Not gumball purple, and definitely not lavendar.
Mostly eggplant or thereabouts.

Little Loo's wedding, and the dress I was making was clearly presenting itself as ugly and ill fitted to the occasion, so I made a MAD dash to the bridal shop in TOE-peka a few days before the affair in neighboring Colorado.  Lovely, floaty, eggplant-hued gown with handkerchief hem and a perfect, feminine swish with every step.  Who knew — before 5:30 p.m. on December 16, when she arrived at the venue — McKrunk's mother, a whole state away, had chosen the same gown.  Go home!  Go home right this minute, and change your clothes!

In spite of my eggplant nightmare, I'm still keen on the color, and a purplish fleece throw leapt off the shelf and into my cart last week, because somewhere inside that throw is a cozy shawl or cocoon wrap.  Someday.  I have a propensity for spying clothing in yard goods and storing them for the day said clothing may magically appear itself from the flatliness.

I wrestled and folded and folded and wrestled, trying to find the wrap in that throw.  Discouraged by my anemic creative abilities, I walked away, just short of a headache.
Enter Purrle.
Fat cat thinks it's a blankie.


He's probably right.
Bet his head doesn't hurt.


Kinda looks like gumball purple, eh?  It's not gumball purple, and my walls aren't blind-you-make-you-throw-up yellow either.  Just thought you should know. ºÜº


She maketh herself coverings of tapestry; her clothing is silk and purple.  ~Proverbs 31:22

2 comments:

zoomer1 said...

You and Purrle both look great in eggplant!

~Zoomer

Annie T. said...

I LOVE that color!!!