…as long as it’s brown.
We’re not talking about Henry Ford and how he allegedly offered a very limited colour range in his car showrooms. Anyway, that was black.
No. We’re talking yarn.
Shana spent all week waiting for some brown yarn to arrive. She has a special top-secret project that requires a fairly specific shade of brown. This afternoon her yarn arrived. Beautifully packaged, in tip-top condition, and a bargain at whatever price it was that she paid for it.
Only we suspect it may be a tad too dark.
Put it like this: I like my tea strong, but if my cuppa was as brown as this yarn I’d add a dash more milk.
‘Gotterdammerenblitzen!’ Shana spluttered, lapsing for some strange reason into Germanese. ‘How many shades of brown can there be anyway?’
Happy to oblige, Shana. Happy to oblige. Well there’s
- light brown
- mid brown
- dark brown
- poo brown
- burnt almond
- raw umber
- Vandyke brown (whatever the Tate gallery that is!)
Oh, and there’s one more. Wanna know what it is?
It’s that one you want for your latest project. ‘Mystery brown’. Now I know why Ford kept it simple 🙂