Golden Boy
This past week has been a mess. I feel like I’ve been trying to put together a puzzle with pieces from ten different puzzles.
Despite my relatively hectic life, my mind still prefers to dwell on simple things.
While putting on my shoes this morning I remembered what a co-worker once told me about them. He liked my shoes and wanted to know where I got them. These are the kind of questions I sometimes live for because these specific shoes are unique in that they are from the UK but can’t be sold in the US because another company owns the rights to the name. This made me feel good and as a result I have a good feeling about/for these shoes.
While thinking about my shoes I realized that my shirt also has a story behind it. A different co-worker from a different job complimented me on this shirt while wearing a sweater over it (the collar and bottom of the shirt were showing). But the story continues. I am also wearing this shirt in a picture that has brings back strong feelings/memories.
I’m starting to notice that every piece of clothing I own has a unique history. Of course I don’t remember every time I wore a specific shirt, but I can safely say that I remember at least one thing about every article of clothing I own (except socks because they are too hard to tell apart).
“If these walls could talk” is a fairly common expression used when someone is reminiscing about days past, but I think clothing has better stories. Walls don’t get thrown off in passion (and my shirts rarely do either), stained during an embarrassing spill while on a first date, or cut open to perform first aid.
Perhaps this is why I have a hard time throwing away clothing (I have over thirty t-shirts that I have not worn in over three years), if feels like I’m throwing away memories. Maybe I’m a bit obsessive to remember bizarre histories of my clothing, but it always feels good to put on a shirt that reminds me of a specific girl because it used to smell like her shampoo after I spent some time with her just after she took a shower.
Despite my relatively hectic life, my mind still prefers to dwell on simple things.
While putting on my shoes this morning I remembered what a co-worker once told me about them. He liked my shoes and wanted to know where I got them. These are the kind of questions I sometimes live for because these specific shoes are unique in that they are from the UK but can’t be sold in the US because another company owns the rights to the name. This made me feel good and as a result I have a good feeling about/for these shoes.
While thinking about my shoes I realized that my shirt also has a story behind it. A different co-worker from a different job complimented me on this shirt while wearing a sweater over it (the collar and bottom of the shirt were showing). But the story continues. I am also wearing this shirt in a picture that has brings back strong feelings/memories.
I’m starting to notice that every piece of clothing I own has a unique history. Of course I don’t remember every time I wore a specific shirt, but I can safely say that I remember at least one thing about every article of clothing I own (except socks because they are too hard to tell apart).
“If these walls could talk” is a fairly common expression used when someone is reminiscing about days past, but I think clothing has better stories. Walls don’t get thrown off in passion (and my shirts rarely do either), stained during an embarrassing spill while on a first date, or cut open to perform first aid.
Perhaps this is why I have a hard time throwing away clothing (I have over thirty t-shirts that I have not worn in over three years), if feels like I’m throwing away memories. Maybe I’m a bit obsessive to remember bizarre histories of my clothing, but it always feels good to put on a shirt that reminds me of a specific girl because it used to smell like her shampoo after I spent some time with her just after she took a shower.
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