Friday, January 17, 2014
I used to think that I had an eclectic style, that my clothing choices were at least somewhat varied. Then the other day I tried on a red plaid shirt and told my wife I wasn't going to get it. She said, "It looks good," so of course I bought it. I washed it and went to hang it in my closet, and found the exact same shirt already hanging there. It had a different brand tag on it, but I suspect these shirts with the exact pattern were made in the same factory with the same cloth. And the worst part is that I still like the shirt, but I can still only wear it once a week even though I have mirror copies.