(photo by nikhelbig.com)
If the second floor Garment District view had a view, it would see her, a splash of colors and curves to meet all its grays and lines. It would also notice the opened package exploding in neon avocado tissue paper and a metallic eggplant box.
The stoic view would probably notice these two first, since the rest of the space was painted and draped in a base cream, hints of milk, and sparkles of glowing egg white.
She remembered her old boss ordering their kitchen be painted ecru. She always thought it sounded more like a small, delicate bird than a paint sample. A caged bird. And, she was sure that the blueberry bird of happiness was actually ecru. And, marrow caged.