Have you ever noticed that when you see something, like a particular model car, you begin seeing them everywhere? It happens with lots of things, like a song as an earworm. Colors can be like that, too. Yesterday, while I was hanging around in the woods with Willy and Sam, I noticed a beautiful, iridescent feather on a bed of moss and lichen.
My kind of colors. Believe me, this picture can barely do it justice. After a bit more poking around, we walked up the hill and I went back to work. The first batch of yarn on the table waiting for me to tag was this one.
See what I mean?
ps. I'm thinking it'll be this way with Stopover this weekend. Anyone wearing one at the NETA SPA ? Thought so.