Uniforms! I wore them through grade school and high school and didn’t realize at the time that it was a period of Nirvana in my life that would never be reproduced once I had to make clothing choices. If we all had to wear uniforms, I wouldn’t have to worry if there was ever a time purple and orange went together and whether my sister would get little pains in her shoulders if I tried to pair them into an attractive ensemble. OK, I lied about the attractive part. I’d wear it if I thought it covered me enough to meet minimum expectations for public nudity laws and be very happy about it. BUT NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! The fashion police apparently expect me not to offend the public’s discerning eye when dressing to go out. And that, folks, is why I happily work out of my home in T-shirts even I find questionable.