Clothes were stuffed in the drawers of the dresser and more were dangling on hangers inside the closet, but I didn't need to audition all the possible combinations.
I knew the look I wanted to create.
Sophisticated.
Mature.
Worldly.
So I completed the turtleneck-pants duo that was popular in the '90s, even for an 8-year-old, with a blue cardigan sweater.
Now I was ready to go to my first NHL game.
Before arriving in Edmonton from the suburbs to watch the Oilers host the Blues, my sense of anticipation was akin to waiting to walk across the stage at graduation.
I had studied hockey for years, learning the rules, history and strategy. And I had practiced the tenets, prescribing to the sacredness of loyalty and basking in the camaraderie of the sport from the other side of the television set.