You all know Gwennie by now- my internet wife with whom I pretended to poop on things when I visited her in March. I love her, I would walk through a snowstorm naked to go to the convenience store if she needed smokes and some coke to mix with the Jack Daniel's, if she asked.
Gwen posted about an article of clothing she has, a pajama top, that she keeps around, loves and still wears despite it being tattered, worn and faded. She then asked the rest of us to post pics of clothing we either:
a) Keep around even though it's falling apart because it has sentimental value
b) Keep around because we are clinging to our sad and misspent youth
c) All of the above.
Being the overachiever that I am (and by "overachiever" I mean doing as little as possible actual thinking for a blog post as I need to), I found four such items at Casa de VonPartypants. I'm sure there are even more, but it is before noon and I really don't function until I've had my lunch cocktail.
My sister gave me this cashmere hoodie probably 7-8 years ago, and I think I pretty much wore it every day after that. It's thick, soft (that's what SHE said!), and I could throw it on for just mucking about the house or running errands. That being said, the old girl sure has seen better days. Lately she's looking like an aging hooker- still pretty functional, but the holes are bigger now:
I found this shirt at a thrift store in Duluth, and kind of bought it as a joke. It has the name of my hometown on it, and it is very "sporty". I can say without a doubt that hometown pride and sports were pretty much at the bottom of my list of things I'd be interested in as me, circa 1976-1989, when I was living there. I've had this for probably close to 8 years, and at one point I thought it would be cool to cut it into a v-neck to show off my bosoms:
These are something that I'll probably keep forever, even though I'll likely never wear them again- my Doc Marten boots that I bought at Saint Sabrina's in 1990. As you can tell, I loved the crap out of these things. I wore them with skirts, jeans, and of course- jean shorts:
This one is the icing on the cake of sad, sad things I hold onto in an effort to cling to my youth. I try and I try, but I can't bring myself to throw these away, yet I wouldn't (and shouldn't) ever wear them to anything but the "Hee-Haw County Shit-flingin' Festival". I am ashamed and horrified to present these to y'all- Levi's jean shorts that started as jeans, graduated into cropped jeans, then retired as cutoffs:
And since I know how much you all love to see me dress up in retarded outfits that make me look like an ass, I decided to try the whole shebang on together for your viewing pleasure. The shorts are about a size 0.5 and I will have you know that I had to lay down to get them on and that I could not breathe the entire time I was taking this lest they explode off my bum and hurt one of the cats with the schrapnel:
You're welcome, Gwen.
Happy Thursday, my skin-tight articles of sad clothing. Happy Thursday.