Wednesday, May 6, 2009

In a Sentimental Mood

Gwen, my very good blogger friend over at Everything I Like Causes Cancer has asked a favor of her readership:

"I want you to do me a favor. Tonight when you get home from work, or today while the kiddos are napping, go find your clothing/footwear/accessory equivalent of my pajama top and take a picture of the revered item. Post the picture on your own blog tomorrow and tell us the story behind it. You don't have to link back to this post because I don't get fussy about stuff like that but please do come back and leave a comment so we can find and enjoy your stories."

The request was pretty specifically about clothing, accessories or footwear and I have simply never been one to get terribly attached to that kind of stuff. I outgrow the something, diet and by the time whatever the thing is fits again it's out of style or totally moth eaten. For the most part to me - it's just clothes.

MDH, on the other hand has 3 boxes in the basement filled with rotting concert t-shirts and such treasured items as the suit he wore when he went on his first job interview after college in 1987 when his waist was a size 32. He accused me of being heartless, barbaric and cruel when I suggested on my last purge that we should pack up his old size medium ski pants and give them to charity. I have known this man for 10 years and in this time he has never once even hinted at going skiing or been close to anything sized medium besides a pizza.

I purge my closet a couple of times a year and give away anything that I have not worn for 3 years to charity, so there is literaly nothing in my closet or any of my dressers that is more than 5 years old and nothing in particular that I couldn't part with if push came to shove.

Except this:

It would figure that the one thing I have in my closet of any sentimental value to me has a story relating to my husband. I wore it on our first date. A blind date.

He took me to a UMass football game and mentioned in passing while we were making plans over the phone that the school colors were maroon and white so the night before our date I went out and bought this maroon cardigan. It wasn't expensive or particularly cute, but I wore it the next day with a long sleeved white t-shirt and khaki pants. When I met him for our date he was bowled over that someone he had never even met in person made the effort to wear the right colors.

He was impressed and the rest is history.

I wore it 3 or 4 times after the date before casually tossing it in my laundry basket, never realizing that it was wool. (I got at NY & Co. so I assumed it was acrylic or some other craptastic fabric.) Basically it turned into a hand puppet in the wash. I was able to stretch it out so that it was larger, but it remained freakishly mishapen. It's all mushy now and has texture not dissimilar to one of our cat's dried up hairballs. It's kind of gross.

I won't give it to charity though for fear that some poor and needy soul might actually buy this hideous thing and wear it in public.

You know if Gwen had asked me to make her a sandwich I would have sliced it into quarters, cut the crusts off and given her soup and an extra pickle spear on the side. That's how I roll. So even though they are not quite the kind of items she asked for here's a couple more pictures of things around the house that I'm sentimental about:

My little Baily's coffee cup. A present from my precious aunt Jesse

My teapot collection

There's more stuff, but if I don't hit publish right this instant I'm going to be late to meet my friend Rachel at the movies. Have a wonderful evening. I'm planning to. Please forgive any mispellings or grammatical errors. I've gotta haul ass.



Anonymous said...

Wait a minute - did you mention sandwiches? I'll be right over. I'll just let myself in since you're not home and wait. Okay?

Gwen said...

Lady, sit down. I have something to tell you that is blowing my mind: I associate my best grandma with her teapot collection. Seeing yours made me feel 100 times closer to you.

Thank you so much for being so lovely and celebrating my anniversary with me. You are aces, my dear, simply aces.

Gwen said...

Also, you can't ever let go of that sweater. It's priceless. You make me glad I did this. I just knew I'd find great stories in everyone's closets.

Finally, I love the view out of your window. Very serene.

Gwen said...

What movie did you see?

Helen said...

Your teacup is so cute! And I love it when people collect things like teapots, and every pot has a story in its own way...

Renaissance Woman said...

I love your teapot. And you have to keep the sweater forever! The story from beginning to end is just perfect.

Whiskeymarie said...

That Bailey's cup is adorable. I also saved a wool sweater once that I had shrunk to infant size for a long time. No sentimental value, I was just mad that I had paid a bunch for it and stupidly dried it. Doh!

Churlita said...

I love that story about your sweater. Now I have that Weezer song in my head.

The Lady Who Doesn't Lunch: said...

Suze - Your choice. Turkey or tunafish salad?

Gwen - Oh, I'm so touched!

Gwen - The view out the dining room window improves throughout the spring and summer as it gets all bushy and we see less and less of our neighbors. AND most of those are lilac bushes so they smell good too.

Gwen - are you quite through? Just kidding! We were going to see Gran Torino but decided to just hang around and talk instead. Then we went to Red Robin.

Hi Helen - welcome! My collection is very specific - it's only usable teapots in solid colors. Sometimes I get a weird one in the shape of like Noah's Ark or a baseball glove or something from a very well meaning but misguided person who probably doesn't know me very well at all and then I feel like shit for not liking it.

RenWoman - I'll never throw it out or give it away.

Whiskeymarie - I keep the little cup where I can always see it, which is unfortunately on top of the fridge, so it's covered with that weird "on top of the fridge" greasy kind of dust. Poor little cup.

Churlita - That would have been a good title for the post. If you want to destroy my sweater...

Leah said...

Forget the sandwich I want to come over for a nice pot of tea, Earl Grey?

Nice story about the sweater, and thanks to Churlita now I have the Weezer song in my head.

Miss you Lady!

Pagano DesignWorks said...

Dearest Lady,
Found your blog via WendyB...I am smitten. Loved your cardigan story. I make jewelry out of recycled felt sweaters. Send me a sleeve and I will make you a pair of earrings that you can rock with your ponytail in public!

Lila Sweetheart said...

I love your bailey's cup!