I was sure I was going to end up with beige. Or cream, or creamy beige, or creamy beige brown. Certain of it.
Not so much.
It was, as I imagine my son might like to point out, not actually, mathematically, a random choice. I grabbed something near at head height as I walked through the door, and then, because one pot was clearly not going to be enough, another something at head height from the next shelf along. But if they weren't strictly random, then for sure I didn't know what was inside, and I didn't want to couldn't wait until I got home to find out either, so opened the lids in the car. Fortunately for us all this did not result in lime green and purple paint sprayed all over the interior, though that would have been a fun story too.
Such a bad paint job some anonymous Megan did on it. And, she didn't care, precious! She says, we spends far too much of our lifes caring, precious, and far too much is not our friendses.
Winter posy is our friendses, though. Winter posy takes cares of us, yes.