A few weeks ago, Kevin and I had a conversation about my pathetic wardrobe. It pretty much consists of t-shirts and jeans. "How many blouses do you own?" he asked me. "Umm..." I mentally riffled through my closet, "...none." This turned out not to be true. I have a black button-up shirt that I haven't worn since having children. And since it has buttons, it counts as a blouse. But recently, I've had the occasion to attend events where my usual thought process of "what t-shirt would go best with this?" isn't entirely appropriate. I live upstairs from H&M, but after a few futile shopping trips where I ended up buying nothing but a couple more t-shirts to hang next to the ones of the exact same color in my closet, I realized I needed some help.