We had a very nice time away. Good weather, delicious food and a fancy hotel (they brought us fresh cookies each evening!) We walked, talked, relaxed, and these socks were started. I'm not much of a purple person anymore, but I'm loving this yarn (it doesn't hurt that its colorway is called "moon phase".
There were purple times... In fourth grade I was jealous of friend who had her bedroom painted the same grape shade of the socks worn by our favorite teen idol. I surprised my college roommate by painting our room lavender one weekend. (I also crayoned a big bunch of balloons on one wall. At the end of the year, unable to scrub it off, I leaned a mattress up against it in order to pass the room inspection.) And almost all of the socks I wore during my thirties were the same shade of eggplant.
More lavender memories... It was Grandma Blanche's favorite color. The trailer she lived in was trimmed in violet and surrounded with gladiolas, irises and sweet peas. She even bought a lilac nightgown to be buried in.
Today I stitched down amethyst seas and thought about family, mostly Dad. He would've been 75 today. He turned 21 the day before I was born. For the first time, there isn't a phone call for our birthdays, saying and not saying the same old things.
It's all such a tangle, and then things change.
