Each year I rummage through my closet
Greens and reds and blacks
I throw things away, deciding that light pink makes my skin look blotchy
I realize that shades of green help highlight the gold in my hair
I get rid of things that fit me too tightly on the arms
Or things full of dryer lint that no longer serve the look I’m going for
As I get rid of some things
I make a plan for how I’m going to replace them

I sit back and admire my my work
Yep, no pink.
Yep, no wrinkly collars.
A new colour scheme for another year