I have a clearly established hierarchy in my closet. There are my top quality, time-tested clothes used on days where I have to impress people with my impeccable style, my less impressive but solid contributors used on laundry days or Fridays when I’ve run out of good outfits, and my home-only pieces. Retiring clothes to home-only usage is always a solemn occasion, acknowledging the fact that they are no longer productive and thus must be hidden from the public eye is as disheartening as it gets. It’s the only time I allow myself to show emotion. That and Die Hard.