When I bought the Rowan Felted Tweed for the Edo Scarf in Amsterdam, I didn't know what the colorways were. There was nothing on the labels or, that I can recall, on the shop shelves.
So I happened to find out through an online retailer that the two I selected are "watery" and "sigh."
Watery sigh. Given the unfortunate nature of the cruise that followed my solo time in Amsterdam, in retrospect it seems prophetic.
"Watery grave" would have been even more appropriate. Around the time our third passenger went to the hospital and the ship lost all three engines after colliding with a bridge, I found myself considering one.