It was then that bottom, colorful top became my fashion template one that I still live by today, in my sartorial laziness. My simple taste means that little of what I worn has been memorable, even though there were favorites that I wore to death: Anything in emerald green, my favorite color, especially if made of velvet or velour. (But also those emerald green cords that I paired with a bohemian black turtleneck in college.) A wrap around Indian print skirt always worn with a leotard an emblematic outfit of the 70 A denim mini skirt I wore on dates 20 years and pounds ago, paired with low motorcycle style boots. Some vintage satin lingerie that made me feel like Veronica Lake. A gorgeous chocolate brown vintage cashmere sweater that I carelessly shrank in the wash. A lovely mulberry colored wool sweater that met the same fate. (Did I mention that I hate dry cleaning as well as fashion?) Some smartly tailored vintage jackets that I no longer wear but can bear to discard. A pair of high