A polka-dot shirt

On the subject of clothes from the 80s that have been largely unwearable ever since: a polka-dot shirt, bought from The Gap in 1988.  

Its black dye has faded with repeated washings, so I must have worn it a lot (under a long-lost velvet-soft black suede bomber jacket). But not recently; not for 20 years.

How is that things that seemed so right can come to feel so very wrong?  The fear of joining the ‘man-blouse’ phenomenon that seems still worryingly prevalent may yet stop me from giving this shirt another chance this Autumn.