Claire's Gloves: Out of the Mouths of Babes

You can pretty much always count on the truth from your own kids, even when they're not kids anymore. As I was admiring my new wool/silk glove, I casually thrust it in front of James, who was caught unawares in the middle of a bacon and tomato sandwich. "I don't like it," he blurted out. "Why?" I asked. "It's the colour", he replied, while mayonnaise dripped onto his plate. "It's terracotta", I explained. "No it isn't," he insisted. "It's OLD LADY PINK". Horrors! No wonder it never looked good in photos. So, first thing tomorrow I'm off to the wool shop to locate the right colour, or at least a better one.  Perhaps I'll take James along with me (or not). Pattern writing in progress. Test knitters abound. See you later.