This morning, it wasn't the lack of powder or colours on my face that was commented upon. Instead,

"How can you wear blue suits, mustard coloured handbag, and black shoes? I thought you bought your stuffs matched to your other stuffs as well?"

Justifications in my head:

blue suits - fresh from the dry cleaners (read: no early morning ironing)
mustard coloured handbag - not ok ah? (read: it matched whatever I was wearing yesterday)
black shoes - I feel like black flats today (read: I feel like black flats today)

But did I say anything?

Nahh...

I salam her hand, kissed her on the cheeks and headed for the door.