"Like the dew on the mountain,
like the foam on the river,
like the bubble on the fountain,
thou art gone, and forever."
Wonderful 19th century poetry, and perfectly apropos of this post. See, when we wear a certain combination of things, and we stamp it with our internal approval, because we like how we look or feel, or we get complimented on it, we go back to it again. We try to create that same feeling of deep seated satisfaction that goes with knowing we are presenting ourselves in the way we truly wish to, and that others see that in the way we do as well.