"The finest clothing made is a person's skin, but, of course, society demands something more than this. " Mark Twain.
Surely spending an hour to find an outfit is wrong. Grey socks on, then off, change the top, change it back to the original, try a skirt, put the grey socks back on, change the shoes, darken the lipstick, throw on a dress, hate it, curse the weather for being so terrible, put on burgundy socks, think you look decent, get told it doesn't look right, throw everything on the ground to find the stockings, try a coat, try a different coat, decide on a top, change the bra again, slip on the shoes even though you know they will hurt in an hour, put on the coat, check yourself out in the mirror, breathe. Sometimes I truly hate being a female.