photo of yoyoi kusama by shawn mortensen

Last night as we’re heading uptown for a barbecue at Grandpa’s, Thalia springs it on me: Today is Color Day at her camp (a decidedly non-Color Day type camp), in which each kid must wear the specified color of her group.

No problem I thought. We can pull together pretty much any color.

“Only,” she added, “this time they’re doing patterns.

And ours is polka dots.”

Polka dots?

Uh…

We don’t seem own any clothes with polka dots. Continue reading →