I remember once, I must have been around 8 or 9 years old, my mom had bought me some new summer play clothes (I was the oldest kid, so I got all the new clothes and everyone else got my hand-me-downs). One day, I decided to go out and play in orange shorts and a bright yellow shirt. My mom stopped me at the door and told me to go change, but I argued that I had just put these on and they were CLEAN. She said she didn't care if they were clean or dirty, I looked like a blessed EASTER EGG, and I should go change either my shirt or my shorts NOW. I'll never forget that. An Easter egg... Now when I see clashing colors like that, excluding everything from the 60s (and that's when this incident happened), I think the same thing. That person looks like an Easter egg! My mother just had no sense of style or color! LOL!

