She wears her color on the inside, shades of yellow and orange as warm as the sun, they give her energy for the day. Blues and greens that are like a walk on the beach, when the nostalgia sets in and she wants to remember. All of her sparkle is in there too, billowing and twirling, it’d be hard to catch if it ever got out. Red when she’s fired up and ready to go and purple when she’s feeling just a little bit royal. But on the racks and in the drawers, its solid and serious, kind of redundant. Blacks, grays and all shades of denim. Predictable and dependable, ready to go. What’s on her back or in her closet doesn’t matter, it’s what she wears on the inside that you feel when you’re near her.