Have you ever noticed how certain parts of your wardrobe are sectioned off and never used? Like, I am fairly certain that I haven't wore one of my funky ass shirts since last summer. That's a little sad given how much I love them. Clearly not enough though, eh? It's weird, ever since summer past I just wanted to be in looser clothing. Maybe the shirts were too restricting? It's a little crazy to sit here and go all psychoanalysis on a shirt though, right? Maybe we should just embrace uncertainty. It could be fun after all.