I Must Be Losing It

I went to Rivers the other day to buy a pair of navy blue chinos. I already have a pair of cream chinos from Rivers and they are very comfortable. More importantly, they fit me quite well. It's very difficult for a man of my height and build (very slim) to find trousers that fit "off the rack". Fortunately, Rivers chinos come in two leg lengths, and the long ones fit me.

So anyway, I went to to Rivers and found the navy blue chinos on the rack, found my size, took them to the fitting room and tried them on. They fit so I bought them.

I wore my new navy blue chinos to work the next day. I wear a uniform at work so I changed when I arrived, then at the end of my shift, I changed back into my own clothes. Then I went straight to Fab Lab where I spent a couple of hours chatting with friends.

On the walk back from Fab Lab to the carpark, I looked down at my navy blue chinos and noticed something which surprised me:

They are black!

I don't mean they are such a dark shade of navy blue that they could be mistaken for black. They are as black as the ace of spades. How is that even possible?  Is this what happens when you get old? Your eyes play tricks on you? Or everything just fades to black and white? Don't tell me that I need glasses because I don't. Even if I did, glasses don't fix colour perception. What fixes absent-mindedness?

I'm keeping the black chinos because, like I said, they are comfortable and they fit. I'm just glad that I didn't wear them to work and Fab Lab with a brown belt and brown shoes, because I almost did.