Color Me Confused

Yesterday I had my last official class in Storytelling, and since I had to tell my final story "Gode's Story" by A.S. Byatt, I decided I would dress up. I wore black slacks with a silky top, which is difficult to describe but which reminds me of water and waves. This was appropriate since the story I told was about a sailor and the souls of the dead coming in on the waves at Toussaint. A cheerful little piece, I know, but at the same time it's enchanting. Anyway, I had the strangest compliment after class. I ran into one of my friends in the hallway, and she said "I like your shirt." (Please hold here for the dramatic pause that ensued.) "It has colors in it!" Well, yes . . . my shirt does have colors in it. I'm not pulling an "Emperor's New Clothes" look or anything. What was more strange was the random woman who was waiting with us for the elevator who echoed her sentiment, with "It does have colors in it!" Guess what! My clothes today . . . they have colors too.