The long, colorful scarf trails behind him as he walks across the smooth floor of the TARDIS.
He stumbles as the heel of his too small red converse treads over it, and he wonders how he'd never tripped on it before.
Throwing the edges of the scarf around his shoulders, he nearly knocks off the stick of celery pinned to his leather jacket.
Although the thick, black coat is hot and too big, he doesn't take it off.
He picks up the fallen umbrella, black with a red question-mark shaped handle.
Putting the umbrella between his chest and arm, he plays three blind mice on his blue striped recorder, just to see if he still can.
He stops mid-tune, as his eyes cross and spot the green ring on his finger.
He lowers the recorder with a sigh, listing to the calming tick of a gold pocket watch hanging on his belt as he wonders if he can at least still play the spoons.
The odd blue mix of bowtie and tie is choking him slightly, and he slips the recorder in his pocket to loosen it.
The frilly material of his shirt tickles as his hand brushes up against it.
His pants were the only article of clothing he hadn't changed since that morning.
The Doctor wondered how pathetic he must look, and tried to remember exactly why he decided to play dress up.
It was all Amy's fault, he thought.
He was dropping Amy and Rory off at another attempt at a honeymoon, and she told him he couldn't wear the same bowtie for three days straight, and that, 'it'd better be different by the time we get back.'
He had only gone in the TARDIS wardrobe to find another bowtie, but the scarf caught his eye.
He'd looped it around his neck for old times' sake. And then he didn't take it off. Caught up in the nostalgia, he decided he'd just wear it for a little while.
And then he'd seen the red converse. They stood out from all the other shoes with their bright color, and he decided to see if they fit. They were hard to put on, but he managed. Then, he decided since they were so hard to take off, he'd just wear them for a bit.
He finally got to the bowties, and saw that blue one with white polka-dots hung up between the ties and bowties, as he could never figure out which section to put it in. He decided that it was kind of a bowtie, and had grabbed it.
But the shirt he was wearing didn't really match the bowtie, so he found himself looking for the frilly one.
He really didn't have an excuse after that. He was no longer accidentally stumbling upon such articles of clothing; instead he seemed to be seeking them out.
He found the leather jacket between his unlucky suit jacket and his blue suit jacket.
The umbrella was hanging on top of the ladder, since he'd occasionally used the handle to help grab hard to reach items.
The gold pocket watch was mixed in with a wide variety of other watches, and the green ring was found mixed in with necklaces, bracelets, and other rings.
The recorder was in the closet in his room.
He sat down in the captain's chair, propping his feet up on the console. He'd probably wear them for just a couple more minutes.
Or maybe just a couple more hours…