I buy my clothes one size larger, it gives me room to grow. The same goes for my underwear. That too much?
I’m talking about clothes today because I have a relationship with some of mine. That sounds strange, but after 10+ years together it’s also the best way to describe it.
My favorite hoodie and pair of sweat pants have seen better days. Now frayed, threadbare, and even a hole or two it’s time to say, “It’s you, not me.”
I was fresh-faced and carefree when I found the hoodie on sale. We had our awkward moments, like all new relationships. It was too big, I was too small. Overtime it shrank in the dryer and I grew in the waist. Compromise, it’s the only way relationships work.
The sweat pants, now they made me work for it. They were way out of my league, price-wise. I don’t normally go on looks alone, but when I first saw them I just knew. Ya’ know?
Now, I just don’t know. The zipper on my hoodie gets stuck a lot and my sweat pants don’t cinch up tight anymore. It’s time to move on.
We’ll still be friends, hang out occasionally. I won’t even try to replace them, not sure I
could should. Plus, it’s time I start going out with something age appropriate.
Anyone know where I can find a casual sport coat or cardigan perhaps?
The opening joke, inspired by these clothes, is the reason I wrote this post. It still makes me laugh. Are you attached to any of your clothes, have they inspired you in any way, or am I the oddball?
images by I.M.
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