For this summer, some sort of dress-option which, while seeming completely ordinary in any context I choose to inhabit, obscures all flesh which indicates to any significant degree any information regarding one's genetic inheritance or personal behavioral inclinations. Forearms are fine, even including wrists, due to the extremely low concentration of Romantic poets in Ann Arbor, based on close observation and collection of data. This has been inspired by a woman I just saw wearing a dress over some short drawstring pants with sandals. She's getting there, but there's a long way to go.
Also, beyond comfort, serendipity, and new love, reading Greek produces the best general feeling I can think of, especially since only one of those three is readily available.