While I’ve always – as most do – wanted to dress in ways that suited my personality and sense of style (something my teenage daughter would argue might not exist), I’ve recently adopted a simpler dress code that, with my daughter’s approval, we call the uniform. It is not exactly unique or creative but it does make the morning choices easier. It’s an idea stolen from Steve Jobs and promoted in loads of books on productivity.

My mornings are a simple choice between the two pairs of blue jeans I own and a pile of plain T-shirts, mostly blacks and grays and grayish blues. On cooler days I’ll throw on a gray zippered hoodie that I borrowed from my son’s closet after he left for college. Simple. Easy. And very comfortable.

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