She gave a long-suffering moan.  It was unfair to have to deal with this . . . mess before even eating a proper breakfast!  Not only was it wet, but the colors were horrid.  All bundled together were dark blue and khaki and even orange.  A seamstress would have to be colorblind to even chose fabrics so obviously unsuited for each other, and the mare—or stallion—who wore it . . . well, it boggled her mind.