My nails are reasonably long, if unevenly so, and while they're not polished, if I was going to a wedding, they would be--in a nice, classy color, like silver, which would set off my other accessories, which would set off my dress, none of which would be pink because I am not a moron and am old enough to realize that sometimes that dress that you love just does not look good on you through no fault of your own. And it's a bad, bad day when I have better fashion sense than a supermodel. (I mean, seriously, she is way too old to dress like she's sixteen.)
I'm just going to assume that when Jan died, all the fashion sense in the world went with her. There's a sort of fearful symmetry to it. Like a tiger.