I Hate Shopping
I've never been very good at knowing how large-small I am, something I'm very aware of. I remember once Missy looking at a self portrait of me in front of my studio door and saying, "You painted yourself a LOT heavier than you are," which I can see now if I look at the painting and the source material (Polaroid - I was very skinny).

I was surprised-ish that, whilst dragging out my snake shirt, I happened upon a linen blouse my pater and his wife brought me back from Venice years ago (never worn) and a top handwoven by a good friend (worn a few times) and they both fit fine. I'd've thought them both much too small. I must be smaller than I think, which would explain why my jeans fall off even the day I buy them.

I also found a shirt I bought at Maggie Murphy's time After Time, a retro fifties-esque mustard button shirt with a longitudinal woven stripe on one side. I still like it so if I can get someone to do up the buttons I'll wear it. If you are a hundred years old and you have saved all the really interesting clothes from 20 years or so ago, and if your taste hasn't changed, it's like having the product of shopping wirthout having to actually go shopping, which I hate. w00t!