One of the worst outfits I have ever had to to wear was for my first tap recital. Those shiny blue discs of sequin, although a lovely hue of blue, forever tainted any outfit I might have considered wearing on a special occasion. The tulle tutu felt like burnt plastic against my skin. If you hold a flame to plastic it becomes jagged and sharp when it cools. Or, maybe it was that I envied my sister's pink satin leotard with an oversized feather embellishment on her bum. Did I mention that she got to dance to Cold Hearted Snake? Like, come on! My outfit represented disappointment and didn't stand a chance of winning an ounce of my affection.