“I have nothing to wear.” You’ve thought it, you’ve said it, but have you ever really meant it? Have you ever really had absolutely nothing to wear?
Usually, the nothing-to-wear mantra relates to a dress-to-impress event — a wedding, a black-tie shindig, perhaps a job interview or class reunion. You claim to have nothing to wear, but really, you have something to wear. Maybe not something as chic/current/flattering/interesting/other adjective as you’d like, but you have something to wear. The classic (read boring) column or its antithesis, last year’s major runway look that screams (at least to a fashion crowd) its date of origin. The sheath that’s gotten a little too tight or (if you’re lucky) a little too loose, but is manageable either way. The career suit you can’t believe you ever bought, let alone kept. Really, you have something to wear.
Unlike you, I have nothing to wear. I say that sans exaggeration. Honestly, for what I now realize is the first time ever (despite countless past invocations of the phrase), I have nothing to wear. Nothing.