Charlotte and I flipped through the fabrics on the table near the sewing machines.
“It has to be a bright color, right? Something that says, I’m having fun,” I said. I picked up a bolt of red fabric. “What about this one?”
Charlotte shook her head. “Red means danger. You’ll give someone an anxiety attack.”
That… was a good point. Red was the color of blood and stop signs and red flags. I lowered the bolt of fabric.
“Blue is more relaxing.” Charlotte held up a bolt with a pattern of deep blue flowers.
“But does it say fun? I look at that and feel like I need to take a nap.”
Charlotte lowered the fabric back to the table, then touched her finger to her chin. We looked both looked over the table once more.
Dark purple was out. Green might work, but… Green was the color of money. It wo
