A couple of nights ago, I put on a rather straightforward out-and-about-fit compiled of shades of black, gray, and white. Shiny black pants, the most comfortable white suit-shirt, a gray jacketish coat, my new favorite boots, a metal-sprinkled bag, and 3D earrings so that my face would not feel so naked without my wavy locks down.

And it all went well until my ensemble decided to go all abstract on me, first multiplying into the reflecting windows, and then slowly dissolving along with the surrounding lights.

Does this ever happen to you? Do your outfits grow up and get a life of their own, leaving you there all alone, all helpless, completely powerless, despite the fact that you gave birth to them and raised them to become who they are?