Today at work, I had a rousing argument with a co-worker over whether my sweater was pink (said I) or purple (said he). Without going into details, because it really isn’t that interesting a story, the sweater was decided to be purple/periwinkle/mauve by pretty much everyone but me. As it turns out my husband has been right all along: it seems I am partially colourblind. I am also partially regular blind too, and legally blind according to my driver’s licence (FYI: if you need glasses to drive, you are considered legally blind). So there’s a tidbit about me for you, I’m partially blind in all respects.
That being said, I am sure that everyone can agree one a couple things:
I love having fresh flowers, it just makes winter that much more tolerable. Especially on a blowy, chilly day like today.