Our cleaning lady, Ilda –– a middle-aged, Portuguese, gem-of-a-woman –– came to work this morning wearing turquoise culottes and a watermellon pink t-shirt. “I knew you’d love these colours,” she giggled from the top of a ladder (yes, she dusts above the kitchen cabinets, she’s that good). I’m always impressed with people who are fearless in their embrace of colour. Wearing a bold hue is one thing, but wearing two, or three, or even four bold colours together is what excites me. And if they clash, better yet. Take orange and pink, the most fabulous clash of them all. The world would be a duller place if they didn’t collide.