Some days, it just works. I throw something on. Glance in a full-length mirror. Done. Moving on. Other days, it’s a negotiation. I put things on. Swap things out. Get frustrated that I didn’t get it right the first time. Spiral into a closet rage. Ask my wife for help. Lately, though, I’ve found a workaround for when she’s not around. Color. It’s usually the last thing I think about. I’ll start wi...