If you’ve read my book you know I’m compulsive about colors, especially the ones worn near my face. The right one make me come alive. The wrong one, like those in some of my faded tops, make me look dead. But I’m almost as compulsive about recycling as I am about color. So instead of just tossing or giving away things I love, I often break out my treasure chest of Rit Dyes. A quick dip, and voila! An old favorite becomes like new again.[...]