Memo to Self:
Egg banjos and similar hazards should only be tackled wearing what my famiy call "playing out clothes". These are two up from rags, one up from crawling under the car or painting the fence, one down from smart casual and two or three down from formal.
SWMBO in valet mode organises my gear so I have shirts and jerseys/ jumpers/ pullovers in separate compartments by tattiness. And, for the OCD in me, further subdivisions: I am green/ blue colour part-blind, so division is essentially blue/ black/ grey versus green/ red/ brown. Poofter pink is a problem.
Thus I can dress in the dark either matched if I feel submissive and conformist, or unmatched if the rebel streak spark flickers to life.
Messages of sympathy gratefully accepted.