Trying on clothes this morning, I am disgusted at having Nothing To Wear. So I dig into the archives. The back of the drawers, the sides of the closet -- all the clothes I never wear any more, probably don't fit into any more, but I can't bring myself to get rid of.
For the first time in ten years, I find I can fit into my favorite old pair of jeans (acquired one chilly October morning out of an old boyfriend's dresser) and an old plaid flannel shirt (acquired in exactly the same manner -- different October, different sexy boyfriend).
So I may look like the Walking Nineties today, but I'll have you know that I am dressed from head to toe in I Got Laid Last Night clothes.
This, my friend, is going to be a good day.