I had promised Kingsday outfits for your amusement. Just because: who’s not afraid of the color orange? Moreover, I take this sort of national festivities seriously. I mean, if we are all to engage in the collective Orange-Nassau delirium, better do it properly. So, what do I do? I grab all orange items I have in my possession, and I call a photographer-friend. I only tell her about coffee-plans, and once bellies are full, I suggest we pass by my place. Before she knows, she’s following me with the camera while I gypsy-dance.