I’d like you to meet Flora – she is neither green nor orange. True, she *contains* green, but, well, that’s different:
Then there’s her mindless and nameless companion, your basic Noro seed stitch number:
And – back to autumnal shades of orange – my pathetically slow progress on Branching Out v2.0:
I’d like to be spending the rest of the day with one or more of those fine ladies, but instead, it looks like it will be spent with this man:
Oh, Mister Dewey. Why were you such a jerk? I actually *like* your classification scheme, despite its western-centric focus. It has symmetry! It has logic! But that personal stuff of yours with the womanizing and the antisemitism, well – eew. Just – eew.