It’s not just a tattered old sweatshirt, baseball hat, T-shirt, it’s something that’s comfortable, familiar, and holds memories. IT’S NOT GOING IN THE TRASH, NOT YET.
I have a few articles of clothing that my wife would love to retire because of the condition they’re in. My Everlast sweatshirt that I have had since before college, that I still fit in to, is being held together, not by thread but by the will to live. My T-shirt that I bought in St. Maartin the summer of 95 has more holes in it than a golf course, but it still wants to hang out with me.
Every time I throw my pals in the laundry I fear that it will be the last time I will see them. Holes, seems popping, fading colors, stains, all add character.
Honey, I promise that I won’t throw you away when you get old.