The other day I was driving
past a local retail establishment
and for some reason I noticed a
woman parked at the stoplight.
She was driving a beige car;
she had beige hair, her skin
was about the same color as
her hair and her shirt was a
very light, nondescript color as
well. I am not certain why I even
noticed her; it seemed as if she
had done all she could to blend
into the scenery. What that
woman needed, to my way of
thinking, was COLOR.
Judi and I have the color discussion at least once a month.
Judi wears black frequently and
she looks great in black. I wear
black when everything else is in
the laundry basket or if I am going to a funeral. I think I look
awful in black. The facts are
this: Judi likes black; I do not
and we both can look very good
in it. In fact, even though our
coloring is very different, we can
both wear just about any color;
we just cannot wear the same
shades.