Black shoes and pale purple socks.
Jeans.
Light blue shirt.
Blue jacket with ITALIA written across the front in white letters.
Black hair tie.
I’m about to leave to go horseback riding, so:
Jodhpurs
Riding boots
My old school socks
Underwear
Sports bra
Long sleeved T-shirt with random Chinese printed all over it… upside down.:smack:
A new day and the thread still lives, so:
Black high-heeled sandals
Gray slacks
White button-down shirt, not tucked in
It’s the outfit that says to my co-workers, “It’s Friday, and I am here to meet the minimum acceptable standard.” 
Black shimmery shirt (I like shimmer, apparently?), Levis, black flats sans shiny buckle, cutest burgundy Nine West bag ever. Casual Friday, yay! But I forgot to wear the bee. 
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Wide legged trousers that look sort of like denim but are actually trouser fabric in a black/white look (mostly black but it has the ‘woven’ white tiny threads like denim has) in a way-too-long-for-me inseam.
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Platform heeled clogs that make me literally ~5 inches taller but are really easy to walk around in and comfortable.
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Black banded-bottom top that’s really fine and so drapes nicely above the band.
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Medium grey cropped cardigan.
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Floaty viscose scarf in a yellowy green with pinky-burgundy flowers on it.
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“Silver” and green cuff bracelet.
Doc Martens, jeans and gray (college name) hoodie. I’m wearing a burgundy polo shirt under the hoodie (which I usually wouldn’t wear at the office) but it’s cold in here this morning.
Sage-green button-down casual shirt
Levi’s
V-neck undershirt
Blue pattern boxers
Sport socks
Dakota fishing watch, wedding ring, fountain pen and ID
20-year-old Dingo stacked/cut-heal cowboy boots
Almost never this casual at work, but we have a sandwich day in Deutschland, so since I had to work, I figured what the hell…
Oh, and the “way too long for me” inseam is corrected by Clogs of Doom. I just look tall and leggy now.
New day, new boots for me. Long pointy-toe Old Gringo cowboy boots with jeans tucked in, and a duster-style blazer.
Pistols at high noon. 
Black nursing bra, pink boy shorts, black calf length leggings, purple spaghetti strap tank, black knit dress with little puffed sleeves. Wedding and engagement rings. Glasses.
And thirteen pounds of baby in a Blue Celery knit baby carrier. Baby is asleep.
Paisley bikini with tank tee over it. I took some time to enjoy the sun, but now it’s time to get back to paper-writing.
Black undergarments, black capris, black/white peasant shirt, black flip flops and a chunky black necklace and spiral beaded bracelet
Back in the tub in my birthday suit!
Black 3/4 sleeve faux wrap dress. AKA my basic black.
Yet another new day, and I’m wearing … the same again. (Don’t worry, I change into something more appropriate when I venture out.)
I thought you seemed like a boxer man! :p;)
Black work out pants
Black tank top
Black sports bra
I came home and worked out, so this explains what I’m wearing.
Hey, black is slimming…right?
Plaid boxers, Decemberists t-shirt.
Brown Land’s End yoga pants with bleach marks down one leg, pink Marks and Spencer T-shirt, Marks & Spencer pale green bra, and my only nod to living in Japan, Uniqlo stripy boy shorts. Two plain gold 2mm wedding rings (on the same finger - got two thin ones to act as stoppers for my slightly too big engagement ring, but a diamond fell out and we can’t afford to get it repaired so it resides in my knicker drawer right now…)
Green polo with a stripe, and my tighty-whitey underwear (I need the support) I was wearing my jeans, but, as I wear them, they start to stretch enough to fall off, and I let them fall.
Oh, and my new glasses that do not have the chromatic aberration of my old ones. No more blue and red lines around everything. And any headaches are less intense.