Simple pleasure: Wearing new clothes
Regardless of how often you hit the shops, it seems like there's no limit to the number of times you can feel something from putting on new clothes.
It doesn't happen every time. However, when you do get the thrill of excitement from a still-tagged garment, it's almost impossible not to smile.
There's the fuzzy friction of your skin against the fabric – when you pop your arms through the sleeves of a new woolly jumper, or shimmy your toes down to the end of a new sock.
It's like a handshake between your skin's follicles and the fibres. Nice to meet you, friend.
Then come the thoughts on the actual properties of the newly acquired item.
Familiar styles and items are accompanied by feelings of safety, comfiness and reassurance. A step out of your comfort zone brings curiosity.
"Do I really suit polo-necks?"
"Are these trousers supposed to be this snug?"
"Can you tell I was on a coffee high when I bought this jazzy blouse? Sod it – at least I'm dressed."
For the rest of that initial wearing, something about you feels different. The private knowledge that you've treated yourself to something, and that you are attempting to rock it in front of the whole world, brings a skip to your step, extra caution to your movements and an eagerness to show off the temporarily new bit of you.