There's a children's story entitled "Red is Best" by Kathy Stinson, illustrated by Robin Lewis. I'm not certain whether it's the simplicity, the illustrations, or my complete agreement with the sentiment that appeals to me most. I like the book. I like red.
Although many things have changed over the years, my love for the colour red has not. Since it's Valentine's Day, I thought it only fitting to write about this most vibrant and sensual of colours. So here's a senior person's version, my version, of Red is Best, entitled, what else?
Red Is Best...Hilde Edition
Some older people don't understand about red.
I like my red pajamas best. They're cozy and warm and suitable for all kinds of activities. I can cook. I can clean. I can go to Walmart, the gas station, or Tim Horton's in my red pajamas and not feel out of place. In fact, I'd probably be the envy of the sleepwear attired crowds. I like my red pajamas best.
I like my red cape best. It's soft and stylish. It envelopes me in a cozy warmth like a fuzzy blanket. It makes me feel tall and slim because tall and slim people usually wear such items. It helps me remember friends, good times, the mini vacation, and the place it was bought. It reminds me of the person who said, "Go for it. You're only as tall as you feel." I like my red cape best.