My Clothes

My clothes have prints, designs, cartoons, flowers, swirls and whirls. I search in vain for a solid pair of slacks, throwing checks and plaid out of my closet in a furious heap. I know there is a plain turquoise somewhere. And a green, and a red. Or did I give all the plain stuff away? I pull out one of my favorite pairs, it has flowers, of course. Hopeful, I search in vain for a plain top. I must have thrown them out. My closet is an explosion of faces, pictures, cartoons, and flowers. The closest I have is a small plaid. At a distance it looks less plaid, more gray. I try it, and look in the mirror. Not bad. I leave unmatched, but happy. Instructing my husband to please bring me one plain pair of pants which I will never wear.