What was yours? Mine was this wardrobe pet that holds a surprising amount. I have to be careful when zipping it closed so as not to catch the fuzz. And to take an allergy pill ahead of time, same as with my fake fur vest.

The older I get, the less serious I want to dress. I think it's a belated reaction to that *Dress for Success* philosophy that prevailed when I was young and wanted/needed to be taken seriously. Now I don't really care.