written by Jeff Johnson from Phineasfree Writing
29 days of Pumpkin
On day 17 of my “29 Days of Pumpkin,” I found myself sitting in a
cafe in Abbortsford, Wisconsin. As I looked out the cafĂ©’s window, I
noticed a woman wearing pumpkin – and the sight of her brought me
immediately back to Florence, Italy.
In 2004, my ski club and I spent a few days convalescing in Florence
after a thrilling but grueling week of skiing in the Swiss Alps. Most
of the stores were closed as we walked the streets of this romantic
town, but we enjoyed window shopping. That evening, in a store window
on the cool streets of a darkened Florence, I saw the most
beautiful-colored sweater in the whole world. It was a wonderful
shade of rust, and I knew immediately I had to have it. Alas, the store
was closed.
We spent the next day in Rome, and when we returned to Florence in
the evening, the store was again closed. I tried again the next day,
but it was closed yet again. Distraught, I found myself on the bus
heading to the airport. We left Italy but that sweater remained fresh
in my mind. Back in the states, I checked local stores and shops but
found nothing close in color.
Two years later – on another ski trip to Italy – I again noticed
this pumpkin color in store windows – only this time it wasn’t just
one sweater and it wasn’t just one store. It was many styles in many
stores!! I was in heaven to see so much different pumpkin-colored
clothing from which to choose. And I’m happy to report that later that
year I began to notice different stores in the states finally offering
clothing in shades of pumpkin.
So I guess from 2004 to now it has become an obsession, due in part
to my strong desire for the color and in part because I just couldn’t
find it anywhere. Today I own many different shades of pumpkin
shirts, sweaters, fleeces, gym bags, jackets, bedding, blankets, and
dishes. I even buy clothes for my husband in this shade just so I can
see the color without having to look in a mirror!
I am not
totally obsessed with the color, maybe just
a little obsessed.