A little what-if exercise. Here’s the setup:

Imagine you’re living in a country — or maybe *cough* an institution — with a peculiar sort of dress code. You may wear anything you want there… but once you choose it, you must wear it forever. Not the same exact article of clothing, of course: I just mean multiple identical garments, uniforms, matching in color, fabric, style, and other respects. When you opened your closet or bureau drawer, there’d be no diversity at all. Don’t bend the rules, don’t color outside the lines, none of this “Well, depending on the day of the week/phase of the moon/season/latitude” sort of weaseling qualification: it’s a game, already. No one in the real world will lock you into whatever you say now.

And yes, this is a wholly unnatural thought experiment. I’m just curious.

For the record, mine would probably be what I’m wearing today: pale blue cotton Oxford shirt (with button-down collar), denim blue jeans, some sort of socks in a non-clashing color (depending on what I chose at the moment I had to decide for good), and docksiders/moccasins. I could wear this every day. (And, frankly, I often must fight the urge.)