So, much to the relief of my gray overdose, my date on Friday included some tie dying. Boy bought some Wal-Mart special white denim pants and I dyed three pairs of socks. Usually, you associate tie dye with the free-loving, casual souls of the hippie movement. But, tie dying with boy resembles no such feeling. It is a serious business, with reason and order, meticulous twisting, measuring and serious facial expressions.
(Notice the cut hairs? C'est bon.)
We didn't get too many cool designs out of it all, but the color was a welcome sigh of relief in a gray world. I think his pants looked more like a pair of unskilled painter's pants instead of his desired flamboyancy, but he's happy.
In keeping with the color theme, today I painted my fingernails a bright 'celestial' blue.
What are you doing to welcome color back into your life?
(Post Soundtrack: 'Silver Lining' by Rilo Kiley)