As a younger man, friends pointed out a tiny yellow thread in my tie and a fleck of gold color in one of my socks to illustrate "the well dressed gentleman."
The whole concept escaped me.
I would have identified more with mustard stains and pig shit on my shoes.
Color co-ordination has never been a strong point. But tonight, gazing out from the palace, I admired the flowers and colors still shouting out glories to the autumn dusk.
Colors are vibrant These are flowers still prancing on the deck in mid -October. I think I need some red and pink in my socks, and a better appreciation of nice colors.