According to Korean tradition, the mourning family wears white hemp clothes, white head dresses, and white ribbons in their hair. The Europeans that emmigrated to the USA share a different tradition of only wearing white in the summer. And I, have adopted my own tradition of limiting the color white to my unlimitless supply of Hanes white t-shirts and cotton underwear. Of course my reasons are embedded more in practicality than symbolism.
Today, I decided to deviate from the norm and wear a white buttoned down shirt sans sweater. Crazy, I know. But here are a few color mistakes I have made (and it is only 5pm): Brown coffee, red strawberry jam, tan soy sauce, black bicycle grease, orange thai ice tea and coomassie brilliant blue.
Mourn for my poor white shirt.
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