Yesterday my boss said, "Hey, tomorrow's Friday the 13th!" I replied, "Awesome! Maybe I should wear all black." I wear all black probably 5 out of 7 days in a week. But I ended up putting a green vest type thing over my black today. I feel like a traitor.
Mine wasn't on purpose for any reason. Last night after my shower, I was reaching for the black sweatshirt, then at the last second I decided "I think I'll wear the green one today". Must have been ESP.
What's not to love? The perfect combination of form and function . . . although I usually put function ahead of form, in this case I appreciate the "form" aspect to a higher degree. I'll spare you the acutal formula.