I know this is trite, but I suppose there's a reason why people say it: sometimes the simplest things are the most beautiful. Yep, nothing deep there. But the other day I went on this massive dyeing excursion, and of course I created little samples to make sure I didn't mess up anything. 
I get a strange glee out of the little spots that are created from the samples. It brings me back to when I was little and used to mix the watercolor paints in my little Crayola set - you know, the one with the quarter sized hard paint pellets. Again, a cheesy memory, but so true.
Especially this one, where the different colors come out at different stages of capillary action. Love!
