I've been thinking a lot about gray. 'Tis the season here in Pittsburgh for the gray skies to take over our lives for awhile. My 2 year old daughter commented on the gray skies this morning. Still, I adore the color gray. It has so much potential for warm and cool nuance. It's so susceptible to shifts in light. Yesterday I posted this photo of sanded gray concrete.
I've just started knitting a shawl with the most lovely gray wool yarn, hand-dyed by a friend who taught me to how improvise triangular shawls. (I am forever indebted.) I'm enjoying the slight sheen of the second gray wool.