As in the view from my front porch today.
As in a very bright car spotted whilst running errands.
As in the overall impression of the yarn I’ve been spinning from the “cotton candy” wool I got in April.
In reality it is a combo of yellow, pink, and a smidgeon of green. In addition, it comes in a never-ending bag.
Orange is also the color of pumpkins rolling down the hallways yesterday at school, in a fit of lunacy cleverly diguised as a math lesson of some kind.
Speaking of school, I’ve had some interesting conversations with the young ‘uns lately. When I adjusted one of our special needs student’s paper to accomodate his level of ability, he says to me: “You’re like a fairy godmother!” One just doesn’t get that phrase tossed around in adult chatter these days.
Another conversation:
4th grader: Ms. Ariadne, what’s inside a fire extinguisher?
Me: I don’t know . . . chemicals of some kind.
4th grader: Then terrorists could use them as weapons.
Me (Wanting to move on from this conversation): Good thing there aren’t any around here then.
4th grader: Nuh-huh, there’s one right over there . . . . . . oh, you mean terrorists.
I’ve been knitting away, but it’s mostly stealth stuff, so no pictures today.
Ariadne's Legacy 