What color IS that dang dress? Last night, my daughter texted a photo to my husband and me asking what color it was. White and gold, we both answered. (Actually, I said white and burnt orange; my husband said white and brown.) Allie responded that she saw it as blue and black. And then she took an informal poll at the restaurant where she works. She was convinced it was an “age thing” and that older people saw white/gold and younger people saw black/blue.
This reminds me of some noises that are emitted outside our local grocery store designed to prevent teenagers from loitering. I can’t hear them. Allie covers her ears and rushes to the car. (Mission accomplished, Harris Teeter!)
This morning, when I once again looked at the dress, it appeared blue and black. Had I somehow un-aged overnight? Would I be able to hear the noises outside Harris Teeter today? I still rose from bed with stiff joints. The wrinkles on my face were all present and accounted for. Turns out it’s some sort of scientific thing having to do with color receptors or some such thing. To be honest, I’m not interested enough to read the whole explanation, which is by now all over the Intranet. White or blue, I didn’t much care for the dress, anyway.
This reminds me of some noises that are emitted outside our local grocery store designed to prevent teenagers from loitering. I can’t hear them. Allie covers her ears and rushes to the car. (Mission accomplished, Harris Teeter!)
This morning, when I once again looked at the dress, it appeared blue and black. Had I somehow un-aged overnight? Would I be able to hear the noises outside Harris Teeter today? I still rose from bed with stiff joints. The wrinkles on my face were all present and accounted for. Turns out it’s some sort of scientific thing having to do with color receptors or some such thing. To be honest, I’m not interested enough to read the whole explanation, which is by now all over the Intranet. White or blue, I didn’t much care for the dress, anyway.
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