Playwright Sarah Ruhl “has a closet full of her grandmother’s clothes, many of which she has had for more than 15 years. … The longest lasting of these garments are six or seven well-made winter coats from the 1950s and ’60s. Her favorite is a nubby pink wool, which she has worn steadily since she filched it, as a defiantly Midwestern student amid the fashionably black-clad masses at Brown University, and all through her career as a playwright. ‘I like the color pink,’ she said. ‘I am tired of the color black.'”