When I am an old woman, I shall wear RED
When I was little, my mom would make me bread and butter and jam when I came home from school. Wait, what? You've already heard that one? Oh, lordy. Okay, how about this one:
When I was in junior high, I announced that I couldn't wear red because I did not look good in it. It's not that I believed it, mind you. I just decided to make that proclamation. (Someone medicate this kid, STAT!) And since nobody disagreed with me, I assumed that I indeed did not look good in red. It was years before I bought anything red. Now I wear red with reckless abandon. (Except, come to think of it, I don't think I own anything red. Huh, weird.)




