I'm not sure I've properly introduced you to my son, Purple Working Man. He's one very special guy. Attached at the hip both day and night, he is his Papa's sidekick (and those who were around long before me, say he's a spitting image in both looks, character and mischievous behavior to the younger version of him too). A happy guy, a tender heart, and my goodness the busiest Working Man you ever did meet! Busy from morning to night, this one is....busy, busy...working, working...and helping out whenever an opportunity to do so presents itself, and on the hunt for an opportunity whenever one isn't right in front of him. But he's not just any Working Man. He's Purple Working Man. Perhaps - in some foolish mistake, I might have introduced him to you as Harper Jude at one time. But that was my error, for as this quite shy fellow states clearly and firmly to all who ask, his name is Purple Working Man.
These days he'd prefer, quite naturally and befitting his fabulous name, to wear only purple. I have done my very best to make that happen with all the thrifty finds, and older sister hand me downs I can possibly find. And a wash cycle with some whites and lights and a bit of violet iDye worked wonders to increase the purple wardrobe on the quick. With another season of clothing ahead of us, I thought this Purple Working Man might like some new mama made pants, too. (The pattern is Kickin' Back Sweats - with a woven fabric, not knit - from Sewing for Boys.) Just one big pocket on the side is plenty for holding the nails and screws and caribiners that he picks up along the day. Each time before I do a load of laundry, a bowl fills with all the little bits of his work, and I smile, each time, marveling at the fun of living with such a little boy as he, my Purple Working Man.
