Sweater

I get really attached to articles of clothing. 

Two years ago I was checking the racks of Plato's Closet in Utah, and I found the sweater that I'd been searching for my whole life. My favorite sleeves. Grey. Size right. Whoever left this sweater behind obviously did not see it's great value or need to be loved and worn.

I wore that sweater everyday until it died.

I tried to sew the gaping holes back together with bright blue thread only to have the holes reopen within minutes of moving around.

Sadly the sweater sat unloved and crumbled at the bottom of a drawer.  I sometimes tried to put it on and roll the sleeves to hide the blown out elbows but it it did not work. I couldn't even wear such a mangled article of clothing to bed...

I even found a replacement sweater at goodwill. (I'm always trying to find backup sweaters.) Grey. Even nicer then the first. But it was not the same.

Today I ironed on patches, putting love back into the sweater and am wearing it for the first time in a long time.