Today, Hula is hosting fun Monday. She wants me to write a post about an article of clothing that I can't bring myself to part with. Although I do not consider myself to be a packrat-I guess I am since I have quite a few things I love that I do not want to part with. I'll narrow down to my absolute favorite.
It is a French terry sweatshirt. It is gray and has a hood and a pouch. It was purchased in 1988 on a shopping trip with one of my good friends. I was 16. Paul Harris was the store name. This store left our mall many years ago. I still miss it and its line of clothes labeled "Pasta". The absolute best thing about this sweatshirt is that it is emblazoned with the word MEDIUM just below the pasta tag. Of course, the fact that I can wear it proves that it is a bit oversized. It has been washed and loved to the softest of the soft. I wear it alone when the weather first starts turning cool in the fall-over a tshirt when it gets really cool and also in the early spring. It is the PERFECT weight for a sweatshirt. My sweatshirt has seen more campfires than Carter's got pills. The pouch can hold keys, a cell phone and a change purse. The pouch can also hold 2 sippy cups, three diapers and a box of travel wipes. This sweat shirt and I have been through many seasons of life together. It was with me through my unruly tulmultuous teen and late teen years, the newly wed years, the tough years of having two babies in a row, the fun years of a surprise baby and now the "growing up girls" phase of life.
My husband does not love it and thinks that I have kept it about 18 years too long. He obviously has not noticed the medium tag.
Sorry, no picture. I am sadly separated from my beloved-only temporarily.