When I was children, there was an endless vista of time until new clothes were allowed to be worn: aeons until Christmas and a new dress, massive vistas of time until birthday suit costume is finally permissible.
In the endless meantime, articles of clothing sit still somewhere in the home, perfect and still *new*. Still clean and sparkling, not yet bent out of shape or blemished by body.
Now that grown up is the situation, the only limitations are of your own purse.
Still now there can be something pleasurable about waiting for the special occasion to wear the special outfit.
I have been acquiring articles of clothing with Disco-nnect in mind.
July sales must have started early.
I don't think I will be able to wait until Monday to wear them but I try.
