My winter wardrobe consists of two pairs of black, Velcro-fastened tennis shoes, five pairs of black sweat pants, two pairs of black sweat shorts, and five long-sleeve black sweatshirts. Except for the shoes, I hang everything on hangers straight from the dryer and line them up in my closet.
I’m very particular about my underwear, which I won’t get into here, except to say that when I find the only brand I like I buy a half-dozen pairs. Of course, they, too, must be black. That way I have on three levels of camouflage after I slip the black sweat shorts over my black underwear, step into a comfortable pair of black sweat pants and happen to bend over while resealing my black pair of Sunday-go-to-Meeting tennis shoes.
Although I do not often bend over to adjust my tennis shoes in public, it’s good to know everything is invisible, hiding inside multi-layered black cloaking devices, just to be sure.