Some mornings, I stand in front of my closet trying to decide what to wear, and I get…bored. Same ol’ tops, same ol’ skirts, same ol’ pants, blah blah blah. Plus, many of my clothes are neutral colors–you know, the requisite black, lots of gray, some tan. Classics, yes, but also kind of boring. So, I figure I have two choices: Move into Selfridges (they get really pissy when you’re dragging your raggedy old couch up the...