The Joy of Color

I met Joy at a street fair in Lincoln Center dressed in the most wonderful colors. We stopped to talk for a moment about style and its affect on the people around us. Joy shared with me the following words:

My late husband grew to get my style although did ask why he never saw
anyone else who dressed like me.  I told him it was because I was so
unique. Being a widow now for more years than seems possible, I have
wondered if my manner of dress puts a lot of people off.  I might like to
meet someone, but will not change anything about myself to make it
happen.  It’s like breathing, in my world.  I couldn’t live without it.