26 February 2014
not pictured: the bundle of small purple mums I treated myself to, the little bottles of purple nail polish I never got around to using, the grape popsicle I wanted (and the purple tongue it would have surely given me), the handful of purple houses I passed while the running of the errands (similar to the running of the bulls though not nearly as exciting), the lost prince 45 that was, of course, purple.
I will not lie. purple is not my favorite. but after this week, I don't know. I'm starting to come around.
(more purple over at color//colourlovers and over at xanthe's spot)
(meanwhile, we are knee deep in juicy, juicy orange)