I like the colour grey. Usually. Not so much when our weekend plans sit under a pile of rocks on the Sea- to-Sky highway. And not so much now that my winter clothes have begun seeping back into my day-to-day wardrobe. Oh well, better this side of the fall than under it. With luck, we’ll all continue to avoid the ground zeros around us. I can take the rain and watch the the whole city curl into its dry, brown self as long as the summer passes without an earthquake of any proportion. And I mean, literally, an earthquake. They seem to be moving north.
As for tonight, I’m looking forward to a welcome injection of colour.
I have to work the VCC Graduate Fashion Show at Rocky Mountaineer Station. La-di-da.