Turning

This morning, put on polo shirt which starts out at perfectly acceptable length. But when enter building, notice with very severe alarm that in door reflection shirt now looks exactly like crop top. Discuss phenomenon of Turning with the Contessa. The contessa agrees, heatedly, that there is nothing worse than figuring out what to wear in the morning and being more or less satisfied--not an easy task considering that None of us have washers or dryers in our apartments and drycleaning costs and arm and a leg--and then having outfit turn on you. Don't I remember when she wore Jeans during the heat wave? Or that linen peasant shirt? Or the Smelly tweed? Topic not theoretical or limited to bad summer choices. The contessa contends that I'd Better go Buy Something.