One way in which my sister and I differ is in our usage of color. That being that her wardrobe consists of black, brown and various shades of beige. I, on the other hand, do lots of color and prefer when they do not in fact match. The way I see it is that winter can be very drab and oppressive with cold, therefore, I choose to bring a little life to it. The end result being that I sort of look like I rolled out of a candy shop half the time. At least I look cheerful… one of my friends once told me it’s a nice contrast to my overly serious demeanor.