More often than not, my mom wore white or black. We used to tease her about the lack of color in her wardrobe. And during the few times she’d ask me what to wear to a party, a dinner and/or similar she’d usually be choosing between her default colors — white and black.

I don’t remember when she started to wear different colors but she actually did. She had different colored pantsuits custom-made for her. She had pink, violet, red and even one that was bordering on neon yellow.

Her white blouses were not sent to the back of the closet, though; she would use them for when she would read in Mass during the weekends. And sometimes, if I really needed one, I would borrow one of hers.

Now, most of them are mine.