Perhaps it's more than my adrenal glands telling me I'm due for a change. Perhaps I've been in healthcare too long.
I am currently spinning and swatching some dyed roving in order to decide which way looks best (to me). Pictures will follow so y'all can give me some input as well. But that's a different post.
I took my swatch to work to ask one of the new knitters her opinion. And I commented to her that there will be two solids I'm spinning to go with this variegated. One lovely warm cocoa brown and a cheerful blue. And that the dyer must have mis-understood me because when he said "yellow" in the variegated I'm certain I said "No Yellow" or "Only a tiny touch of Yellow." In fact, I recall his reply "The yellow will spark it up". And my response "Yellow doesn't go with my project Idea."
I'm dowdy and let's not do the yellow thing in my lovely subdued blue/brown project.
So my very sweet co-worker (the nice kind of girl who sees good in all people) says:
"Perhaps he didn't think that was yellow, maybe he thought it was Bile colored."
Two things wrong with that right off the bat:
A) How dowdy am I that she thinks I ordered BILE coloured roving? and
B) Bile has a little more grey/green tint to it.
Perhaps I need a broader circle of acquaintances. I have a big birthday in 2009, if I plan now, I can change my field before then. (in my bile coloured sweater)