My old winter jacket is shades of purple. My newer winter jacket is a couple shades of light blue. Bright cherry red hat is not quite the way to top them off. When I'm just kicking around the house or tending critters, I don't care if my clothing matches. It's all gonna be mud or poop colored by the time I'm done anyway. My hat is for - well, not dressing up really, because I almost never do that - but cleaning up actually put on a bra to leave the house kind of dressing. I do that sometimes, like last night for a get together with other creative women. I do have a fall weight black jacket, even washed it recently so it's still clean, but with this return to nip at your nose temperatures, that jacket needed something else for warmth.
Lucky me, I have a friend in Greenberry House. Once Leslie finally broke down and learned to knit, she turned out to be pretty darn good at it. Last year, I sent her a pattern and some of my cormo angora fingering weight yarn I dyed cherry red, she worked her needle magic, and I got a beautiful, fluffy bit of warmth for my neck and shoulders. And such fun bit of happystance, it's the same color as my hat, even though the fibers are different and the dyeing was done with no intent to pair them.
That left my fingers complaining they'd been left out. So yesterday I started a new pair of mittens. Just finished them this morning. They are wet felted from the same fiber batts I used for the inside of my hat, cherry red polwarth silk angora roving lightly blended with white angora.
I think my hat is smiling now.