The Emperor's New Clothes

Every end of the season, as I diligently suck air out of bags full of clothes so I can shove them under my bed, I think about sex. Which outfits were the hit of the summer, and which were the hit of the winter? I mourn all those I gladly washed at the beginning of the season, only for them to spend the whole season at the bottom of the closet. There weren't enough warm evenings, ...