Everyone has a favorite article of clothing. Maybe it's a favorite because it makes you feel beautiful, it's super comfy or perhaps it reminds you someone or something.
My favorite is a navy blue, threadbare t-shirt I got on a trip to England to visit family in 1992. I was 14 at the time. I didn't bring home any souvenirs from that trip except that shirt and some English rock candy (which if you have not tried, OMG, you should. It looks like stones and is just pure deliciousness).
Since then, I have done a lot of things; graduated both high school and university (twice), got married, had kids....and I have worn that shirt through it all
I have been skinny (well skinny adjacent... I was a size 6 at my wedding if you can believe it). Although what I remember about that time was that I loved shopping for clothes and I was starving.
The shirt fit.
I have been... ** ahem** not skinny. What I remember about that is that I hated shopping for clothes and there was a lot of wine.
The shirt fit.
Honestly, it's full on bizarre. How can one piece of clothing fit me during all of my spectrum of sizes? It's a very Sisterhood of the travelling pants type situation. Ha Ha... yes... make fun, but I LOVED that book.
The shirt has been washed so many times it's almost translucent. But there are few things as soft and comforting as a vintage tee.
Recently I've noticed that the threadbare areas are turning into holes and I am coming to grips with the fact that my time with this amazing shirt is rapidly dwindling.
It surprises me how bummed this makes me.... after all, it's just a shirt; but it's been with me longer than anything, including my husband and kids!
How crazy is that?