I love my orchid accent walls.
I love my grassy green dyeing room walls.
And the rugs to wipe our feet on wet days.
And our little handmade yarn magnets.
And the little magnetic signs that show where to put all the dye containers.
But this...
... this makes me a little twitchy.
Boy Aaron tries to save me from myself by preventing me from having to go into the dye mixing room. "Wait, don't go in there!" he'll shout, trying to block the path. "What do you need? I can get it."
And to think I used to do this in my kitchen.