When Joey and I were first dating, he told me his favorite color was grey and I thought he was mad. (My favorite color at the time was cobalt blue). “How can your favorite color be grey? Grey isn’t really even a color.”
Fast forward 17 (!!) years later and things have changed yet not changed. Joey’s wardrobe consists of mostly greys, with some black and navy thrown in for good measure. If you ask him his favorite color I am positive he would still answer with grey. Me, I have nary a bit of cobalt blue around anymore, save for a set of baking dishes that were a wedding gift; a throwback to our early days. Over the years I’ve most certainly come around to grey as a color. Without even knowing it was happening, it might have just become my favorite color too. I was yarn shopping with a friend the other day and she commented that when it comes to yarn, I almost always go for greys and I realized she was absolutely right.
Today the sky is grey as grey can be and although I am a bit tired of cold grey weather, I’m not tired of grey the color. Not even a little bit.