the following thought struck me as i lay in bed last night after having tried on some of my new clothes (this is something eurotrash loves to do: model her new clothes in her room): the one problem with a fabulous, unforgettable outfit is just that - it is unforgettable. how horrible it is to be noticed wearing the same great outfit twice (heaven forbid one is photographed) precisely because that outfit is so memorable? what an unescapable irony that almost makes one want to dress in the solid category of mediocrity so as not to be noticed. almost. actually, not even close.