I hate getting nice clothes dirty

When I'm dressed like crap and just don't care, I never get dirty, ever. But the second I buy a new shirt or put on clothes I actually like, it seems like the whole universe senses it and declares a full fledged attack on me and my clothes! A cup of milk will always somehow make in onto my pants. Or if I'm eating an ice cream cone, there's pretty much an 85% chance it's gonna fall on me. Or my little brother will run up and hug me right after he's done devouring a messy peanut butter and jelly sandwich. At this point I've pretty much just accepted the fact that I can't wear nice things and keep them nice. The universe hates when I think I look good..