Aug 16, 2010 20:57
It seems so dumb when I say it out loud.
Because really it's a happy thing.
And really, the service has been rendered three-fold.
The durability, unquestioning ability to soldier on year after year, just as well as before.
I have shrunk out of my short sleeved tan linen shirt.
Derek has no love lost on it, as he considers the shirt to be frumpy.
I understand this, and yes, it is a very squared off shirt.
Heavy linen, denim seaming, heavy button closures.
Anyone who has known me in person in the last 15 years likely knows EXACTLY the shirt I am talking about.
I have had this shirt for so long, it has become part of my visual identity in the summertime.
I have spilled so many dribbles of curry, spaghetti, sauces of every variety on it.
A bit of stain spray to it, and it is unscathed.
It has only been this year, that I noticed that there is some thread wear at the pocket corners.
I think this shirt was bought shortly after I graduated from University, in the effort to have appropriate office wear. But I honestly don't remember.
I already have 2 diaper boxes filled with clothes that no longer fit me that I have happily tossed aside. And yet, this very plain shirt gets a eulogy.
I am retiring it.
It is bittersweet.
naval gazing,
clothes