While I was hanging up the tops that would get me through the next six months my favorite knit shirt came off the shelf. It was purchased five years ago in Jackson Hole, WY and I still remember the little store. Last year I noticed that it was starting to wear out. The cuffs are fraying and have little holes in the seams. It was once a nice butter-yellow color but now has faded to a nondescript beige. It has been bleached many times due to various things being spilled on it, including tomato sauce and paint at one time. A good number of babies have most likely spit up on it. But it is still the first item that is pulled out of my closet.
This morning I chuckled when I put it on. Just like a pair of old shoes, it just feels right. You all have one. That flannel blanket that you all sleep with to keep you warm, the threadbare jeans that never ride up the wrong place, the stinky baseball cap that no one else will touch, the pajama bottoms that were outgrown four years ago. Comfort clothing. We all have something that we cling to.
I should throw it in the rag pile. It's not in good enough condition to send it to my favorite secondhand store. It passed that milestone two years ago. So it will be washed again, worn, washed, continuing that cycle for as long as possible until it absolutely must be retired.
That will be a sad day for me.
Fess up. What is your comfort item?