Let me set a scene for you:
calls (who am I kidding — no one calls anyone anymore!) texts you on Thursday morning asking if you want to meet up with the girls for Friday night dinner and drinks. You happily oblige. It’s been ages since you’ve had a girls night out!
Then you panic.
“Sh*t! What do I wear?! I Have NOTHING in my closet. I hate my clothes!”
Then you proceed directly to the nearest clothing store as soon as you can and begin the mad hunt for the “perfect” going out shirt.
Can you tell where this story is going?