Between clothes with paint on them and clothes that don't fit for one reason or another, I have hardly anything to wear. I know some may find this hard to believe, but it is true. I actually have allocated a section of my closet to my art clothes - meaning stuff so stained it shouldn't be worn in public - and this is now the majority of my wardrobe. All this despite the fact I have one of John's old shirts that I wear on top of my clothing. I am clearly a painting pig.