Coordinated Culture

As Eric played bass trombone with the Beaverton Symphony Orchestra's very good afternoon concert, I sat there happily knitting. My favorite way to listen. When I realized everything matched, I felt like Miss Marple with soft, dove grey wool nestled in the proper little lap of her flower-sprigged dress. I was also wearing sensible shoes. Then we went on to an Oregon Symphony concert, but my knitting stayed in the car. Sigh.