Travelling on the tram, I spot them strolling down Avenue Louise. Man and wife take pride in their clothes. Carefully chosen in the morning, they both wear purple. It reminds me of fashionista muslim girls, whose head scarf changes colour along with their clothes, jewelry and make-up. I'm never that assorted and prefer colours to sometimes even clash. Especially LB, being almost two, is adorned in what others might call daring combinations. Like the hat I'm crocheting: soft green and fiery pink.