Today's OneWord: Swatches

There were seventeen different swatches of fabric on the kitchen table by the time Bill got home. The first thing he noticed was that his wife was staring at said swatches, rubbing her brow feverishly as she perused them and apparently analyzed them. The second thing he noticed was that all the swatches appeared to be the same shade of red.

"No, they're not," his wife protested when Bob commented on that. "You're colorblind. These are clearly different. We have blood orange, burgundy, ketchup, brick, rust..."

Bob decided not to argue.