They named it Persimmon
Playing with colors and patterns. Not sure what to do next. I was laughing at myself while standing in front of an enormous selection of yarn and began to panic. Not because I couldn't reach something amazing on a shelf 16 feet out of reach and now I am wondering why stores do that. But more because I had no clue of what color(s) my next scarf would be. I have found that now I need to look to the future. Although I hate making plans that far ahead, Fall/Autumn is coming and I either need to buck trends and go with my gut or open a fashion magazine and do what is being shown in them (color wise). So I stood and stared until I settled on what caught my eye. Persimmon jumped out at me. Well that was the color the company decided to tell me it was.
A cross between peach, pink, salmon, but brighter, silky color all rolled into one that I suppose could be called Persimmon. I get home with it and stared at it. Usually when I walk into a yarn store I have an idea, a thought as to what I might do with a particular yarn. But this one I HAD NO CLUE. So I continue to stare. I get coffee and stare. Take a shower, come back and stare. Get the mail, go for a walk, make lunch and with each passing I stop, stare and walk away. Hoping soon I will settle on an idea, shape, pattern for this great color that Chose Me. Tomorrow could be the day, I hope, that it stands up and draws out exactly what it will become. Something great I am sure.