(Imagine soft, lilting background music ...)
Ok. So I was happily stitching away, playing around with floss colors, making a few mistakes, unpicking some stitches, being impressed with my redos, enjoying my work ... and then deciding I needed one more color for the flowers.
This is the color I picked.
(Insert "needle scratching record" sound effect here ...)
I had to go look in the mirror and ask, "Who ARE you and what have you done with Kristyne?! She would never ... ... ... what's the word ... VANDALIZE ... her pretty pink & ivory & sage green embroidery with ... with ORANNNNNGE!"
Well, apparently she would.
I don't understand. It doesn't make sense. In my mind it's practically sacreligious what I'm doing!
But there's a new muse in town ... she knocked on my door and I invited her in for tea. (I think she probably would have preferred to simply text me ... if I knew how to do that sort of thing.)
And I'm liking our conversation.
But don't worry, I promise to end my relationship with her if she starts talking about the 70s ... and avocado appliances.