It’s that time of year when Natasha and I switch out our winter wardrobe for the summer wardrobe. It’s also a time of purging and donating apparel that continue to hang in the closet, year after year, because “some day I might wear this.”
The sweatshirt you see was given to me on my 40th birthday by a lovely group of friends and co-workers. They surprised me with a birthday party and this gift. The memory of its acquisition and the toastiness of its material has kept me hanging onto it the past few winters, although I wore it seldom.
And, so, I’m finally saying goodbye to a friend of 17 years. It’s been like a wubbie, a comforting blanket, but the unremovable spots have kept me from wearing it in public. Perhaps it will become someone’s purple paisley shirt at Goodwill. PS: I have two more Packer sweatshirts, a jacket and #12 jersey, so it’s not like this is sacrilege. Just sharing my green and gold love with someone else.
We all have something that was hard to let go of. Or is still hanging in the closet, fond memories forbidding it to leave.
What is this piece of clothing for you? A little black dress? Your father’s tie? A child’s first onesy?