I adore chambray/denim shirts, trench coats, chunky white sweaters, collared silk shirts, strappy heels, and floaty, mid-length skirts. When I see those items in a shop, I'm drawn towards them, try them on in the dressing room, and sometimes convince myself they are JFE.
The cold light of day reveals the truth, BUT, instead of returning them, I keep thinking those darlings just might work if only I find the right shoe/underwear/top/bottom/occasion--or lose 15 lbs on the diet I'm starting tomorrow. So they hang in my closet--occasionally being dusted off and tried on, only to be thrown in a heap on the bed and returned to their resting place. Eventually, after a year or two, my sister, a close friend, or the consignment shop is delighted to take them off my hands.
Then I walk into a shop....