Last week was long, so I was pretty exhausted–and pretty lame–on Friday night. After a quick double date in the city and a stop off at Old Navy to buy my other half some cheap golf clothes, I landed on the couch at 10pm, ready to pass out.

Of course, cable sucked me in–and out of a lovely lull. Pretty Woman, one of my all-time favorite movies, was on. So I decided to commit to watching the entire thing.

What I realized, as Vivian stomped divots at the polo match, was that I had inadvertently replicated her wardrobe in my own closet. Here’s what I found on my own hangers–and around the Internet.

(Sadly, nothing modern comes even close to matching that red dress in beauty or style.)

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