I call it my mid-life color crisis: the need to be surrounded by orange. It started five years ago, when my mother died. Her favorite color was orange; mine had been peach as a young girl. Similar to the scene in Star Wars, when Obi-Wan Kenobi dies and the force becomes stronger in Luke, I figure that when my mother passed away her love of orange made my peach intensify to a deep red-orange. I have 16 garments hanging in my closet that are orange. (I will not confess to how many scarves of the same hue I own.) In the world of color psychology, orange is considered an accessible happy color. It is a good fit for Whited Planning + Design.