We like to think we are beyond these things. We prefer to believe that we are unaffected by superstition in our modern world, but we are fooling ourselves. We, most of us, have totemic items within the number of Attire words we choose. Perhaps its a favorite shirt, or a lucky hat. It might be a ring from a loved ancestor, or a clan tartan. Whatever it is, and wherever it ends up on us, when we put it on we take its meaning and power onto us. When we put on that lucky hat, we are telling ourselves that we are more fortunate today. When we wear that brooch from Great Aunt Susan, we are claiming our tie to her and her history. When we wear the plaid of our clan, we are making public our connection to a larger group.
There are superstitious notions that cling to the fibers of the textiles we wear, and to the colors and patterns that we choose. Various cultures invest certain colors with meaning. In China red is the color of good fortune, but in the Western world its the color of passion, of blood, and of lust. White, in Japan is indicative of mourning, but in other cultures its means virginity, and innocence.
Search your own closet, open your drawers. You will find more than one thing in them that is a totem of some thing or other to you. We care to think we are so divorced from our primal past selves, but it simply is not so.
We are our past, every day.