Can’t get rid of it

We all have at least one don’t we. That special item of clothing that is just so very ‘us’, loved to pieces, brings a sense of comfort and well being, and is totally worn out.

I wrote this about my Dad’s cardy, the one my Mum knitted him for their Silver Wedding Anniversary in 1975.
I wore it for years, and even though it is shapeless, thin and badly darned, I won’t get rid of it now as it is one of the few things of his I have. It’s packed away in a drawer and when the time comes, I shall wear it again with the pockets full of dog biscuits.
This is me wearing it when we were in the cottage.
Hubby has similar items of attire, one of which I thought I had designated to the bin, then remembered him saying to leave it out for rags.Β  Hm. The tee shirt in question has found its way back into the washing machine, his drawer, and remains one of his favourites.
It is tatty, blotchy, and so baggy on him now you could probably get me in it as well (very cosy and he’s grinning like a cheshire cat at the thought of it).

It reminds me of a certain tee shirt and pair of jogging trousers which had seen better days that he deliberately kept for visiting his Mum, especially as she’d been on at him for years to get a suit, and was mega miffed when he wore smart casual trousers, a coloured shirt and leather jacket for our wedding in 1991.
He knew his preferred outfit would annoy her, and as things stood between them, I can’t say I blamed him!

Oh well, the tee shirt keeps him happy, and that’s what really matters.

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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21 Responses to Can’t get rid of it

  1. willowdot21 says:

    Lol I love you two πŸ’œπŸ€©πŸ€©

  2. cagedunn says:

    They’re still good if there remain less holes than material, and more so if there’re memories holding it together.
    We seem to have similar issues with clothing being designated in the bin when it ends up in the bottom drawer — found only when we move or refurbish something.

  3. murisopsis says:

    My husband had an orange t-shirt that he got as a free promotion for Orange Crush in college. He refused to get rid of it and it literally disintegrated. He pulled it from the drier and it looked like swiss cheese! He finally had to toss it. But it was his decision so I wasn’t the “bad guy”!

  4. paulsprepping says:

    Don’t you dare!!

  5. Lisa says:

    I have never been attached to a piece of clothing, no memories in any of them for me. If anyone had knitted or crocheted or handmade something, sure, but no. I wonder if I’m in the minority, when my husband passed away (suddenly at age 47) I got rid of all his clothing. I couldn’t bear to see them.

  6. Sadje says:

    That’s so sweet Di

  7. I’ve had several blouses (and t-shirts) that fit your description of ‘well-loved and well worn” over the years. Right now I have two in my ‘sewing spot’ in the closet to be fixed up – one is a faded salmon-colored t-shirt with wee rainbow-colored horses running around the color. It’s worn out and sewing it together AGAIN will only delay the inevitable. One other is a shirt (with blowsy roses on a black background) that I’ve had since I was 27 or so. It’s worn and worn and worn and has never shown its age until recently when the color began to fray a bit. It’s only cotton too, so was a wonder garment of sorts… Now that thing was made to last. Maybe I’ll save it up and have ’em bury me in it when the time is right… πŸ˜‰

  8. Carol anne says:

    I have loads of very worn items, I just wont get rid of them! I cant. I do have my grammas dressing gown, too. I wear it with pride!

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