with the fact that I just can't wear yellow. Certain shades are somewhat acceptable (I've a buttercup colored tee shirt that's not too offensive), but the shade I really love, a bright Canary yellow, the color I would use to draw the sun when I was younger, simply doesn't look good on me. It makes me appear jaundiced and frightful. This is hard for me to accept, especially considering I've been holding on to a dream of someday walking around Paris in a fabulous yellow jacket (The rest of the city will be in black & white, as will I. The only color will be my jacket.), and I guess I'll have to let that one go.
I'm not giving up my yellow umbrella, however. So on rainy days folks will just have to deal with the color bouncing off my white skin, blinding them all silly.
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This is lovely. All I can do are weighty essays. I need to work on the little vignettes that you and your sister and dad are so good at.
Sorry, that was me, Aunt Jan. Ain't this fun?
Don't feel too badly. Although yellow is my very favorite color for flowers, I can think of very few people who I think would look good in it. I love the thought of you walking around a black and white Paris in a fabulous yellow jacket, though.
Grandma
You know what? If you love yellow, wear yellow. Eventually you get to the age where it doesn't really matter.
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