Last month I mail ordered a dozen bandanas in a new color, and the slum dog inside me was awakened.  Burgundy warmed my gelid, chilly winter blood, this freakishly temperate winter.  A color can be successful, proved easily in that the same item, a large cotton snot rag, flatters me more so than others, given a choice of a dozen fruit patterns

.  Most people can learn which color best compliments them.  There may be rigorous trial error, for those who don't just throw their shit together.  There are slum dogs who do.  Not me.  I assemble my outfits with care.