“I wish you would incorporate some color into your wardrobe,” Mama complained one day. “You are not a ninja.” I ignored her. She has been making the same complaint for years. “Can’t you wear some lovely pastels? You’d look precious in yellow or a soft, pale, pink,” she added. Where she got this idea, I don’t know. There have been times I have had a moment of reckless abandon and have bought a non-black blouse and have lived to regret it. Normally, I feel like a walking Easter egg when I do.