From Volos to Athens

I left Volos yesterday looking like this.
I only had time for an outfit picture inside the elevator.
How typical...Fortunately, no neighboors were watching over this time. The only weird stares I got were from the - otherwise friendly - elevator Santa. Yes, we have a gift-bearing Santa Claus decoration inside our appartment building elevator. It's opposite the snowman.

Obviously, I arrived in Athens in the same outfit. I have absolutely no changing-in-extremely-confined-spaces powers, like Mr Superman. I sat down with my sister - yes, it is my sister rocking the red coat and matching pant cuffs in that last post - and we had a casual talk. At some point I got up to go to the kitchen, and this is more or less the dialogue that followed:

• Sister: I didn't notice earlier, but what the heck are you wearing?
• Me: What? You mean the colours? It's a brown skirt, a cream cardigan, a green t-shirt with King-Kong wearing a red t-shirt, magenta tights and gray shoes. Is it bad?
• Sister: Well, there are many colours...
• Me: Well, if you didn't notice all this time I've been sitting here, maybe it's not that bad afterall.

Is it?