I got some new t-shirts last week at Target, cause it was time to stock up again. I got a purple, a red, and a yellow. The yellow was a bit of a risk. I like yellow alright, it's just that I've never really been easy around it. Yellow, in my mind, is like the stranger at your party who seems perfectly nice but who may or may not get drunk and do inappropriate or destructive things beyond your control. I wore my yellow shirt last week and felt a little bit jumpy all day. A yellow dishtowel or wallpaper is one thing, but such a color to have in close proximity to your body! Who knows what may happen?

I washed my yellow shirt yesterday. I washed it with my new red shirt, my new purple shirt, and with my green kitchen rug that's never been washed.

The yellow shirt now has a grayish tinge, just enough to put a leash on its exuberance. I think the yellow shirt and I will coexist much more peacefully, now.