No matter how worn they become, you still love them (not like the other clothes in your closet). I had a sky blue silk dress that I loved. I felt so good wearing it, I wore it until the color faded, and the dress started to look ragged. Another favorite was a hot pink fringed flapper style cocktail dress. Oh, I loved that dress. It shrank while hanging in the closet and no longer fit me.
I love my white shirt. It’s a simple 3/4 sleeve, low-hip length shirt. Basically a T-shirt, but I like the neckline, the sleeve length, the way it fits, the comfort. Being white, it goes with everything. It’s gotten a little dingy over the years (seven? eight?) and won’t bleach out, and somehow, I don’t know how, it got stained. I can’t wear it in public.
Recently I decided to purge my closet of all the clothes I don’t like, that don’t fit, that are stained. Alas! My favorite white shirt falls into the latter category.
Because of its condition, I can’t donate it to charity. I can’t bear to consign it to the rag bag to wipe up spills and fall further into disrepair.
I’m going to have to send it to the big closet in sky.
Goodbye, my favorite shirt. I’ll always love you…
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Do you have a favorite article of clothing you can’t bear to part with?