In my family, there are four girls, and one boy. The boy came much later. Anyway, growing up we were often dressed alike (we had no choice on the matter). Looking back at photographs, we certainly looked pretty cute.
Then we grew up.
Anyway, one thing my mom would do is make or buy the same style of dress, but in different colors. And inevitably, my color was always yellow.
Now, I have nothing against the color yellow. It’s the color of sunshine, and summer, and smiles, and happiness.
It’s also the color of corn, an angry bird, and Spongebob.
Most people can wear it and look awesome and happy as clams. Me, I wear it and look like a squash, no matter how thin I am. I remember wearing a yellow shirt to a doctor’s appointment, and he ended up testing me for jaundice. NOT FUN. And the last time I wore yellow, someone said I looked like a corndog, which here in Texas may be a compliment, but not to me.
And if I look jaundiced wearing yellow, I can only imagine what I would look like wearing orange.