|Not this Robin.|
So yesterday, as always, I kissed-and-waved Peggy a sweet goodbye and then turned to cleaning up the breakfast dishes and getting the overnight breaking news from Robin Roberts. I was up to my elbows in suds when the kitchen floor flew open and in flew Peggy, madder than a scalded hen.
She had left and got about 1/2 a block away when she realized she had an unfortunate wardrobe malfunction. Not of the Janet Jackson variety, though.
The problem? She was wearing an olive green shirt, Navy pants and black shoes.
If you see the problem there, you're far smarter than I. "I should be wearing black pants," she panted, dashing up to change her pants. While this was going on, she told me that wearing navy pants with black shoes was completely unacceptable. I know it's OK for men, but did not know that the color laws were different for women.
The fact is, I don't know what colors go together and what clashes. I'm not colorblind, but no one ever took the time during my rural upbringing to sit me down and spin a color wheel, showing what to wear with what. Consequently, during my working days, I got into the habit of picking out my duds the night before, so that Peggy could walk by where they hung and let me know if the colors matched up all right.