Marigold Me

A few weeks ago, I casually mentioned I'd bought a jumper on Ebay that looked khaki but when it came, it was tangerine. I was mistaken. It isn't tangerine; it is marigold. I set it aside to deal with at a later date.

That evening, I mentioned to Joe, rather tentatively (this is the man who likes white oxford cloth button-down shirts, and blue and every now and again a blue and white stripe if he's feeling really frisky) that this misunderstanding had occurred. He said he'd seen the jumper and he liked it. Could have knocked me over with a petal.

I would never have bought a garment this color. When we all had our colors done years and years ago, I was deemed to be a Summer and have never wavered from that palatte since. Those teals, mauves, periwinkles, chocolates, I love all of those colors. But there I was with a marigold jumper that Himself actually admired.

Yesterday I shortened it and today I wear it. I keep seeing it when I glance down.

I've always liked marigolds. I like their color and their fragrance and their longevity. I have fond memories of wonderful gravelly voiced Senator Everett Dirksen wanting to make them the National Flower.

Today I look like one. Wonder how that will impact my day!


Karrin Hurd said…
Hope its a great day! I love marigolds, and the color!
Nicole said…
Show us, show us! I want to see the jumper!
It is such a cheerful color that you are probably grinning from ear to ear.
*karendianne. said…
Okay, this is funny. You look like a marigold. hee!