If the clothes make the man

I just walked by a large mirror in my apartment, and made the mistake of looking into it, at what I am wearing:

• my old, large black lounging-around-not-leaving-the apartment glasses
• a spring/summer black robe covered in cat hair (thank you, Lilly)
• Guinness string sleepwear pants (again, with the cat hair)
• no socks
• blue slippers that are falling apart
• and a white t-shirt with a hole in the collar, with picture of a green iguana crawling across a print of a pocket (bought over a decade ago in some Salvation Army Store)

Apparently, I have given up all hope.