I have this favorite jacket that Mr. O has been trying to get me to throw out for years. Since we got married, really. I picked it up on clearance from some cheapy, teen-oriented store at the mall for seven dollars. SEVEN. How could I pass that up? It definitely wasn't made to last, but I like the color and it is one of the most comfortable things I have ever owned. In addition to these virtues, I wore it the summer I spent in Scotland, so I’m pretty sentimentally attached. I love my jacket.
It pains me to admit it, but Mr. O is right. It’s been looking a bit shabby (“ratty,” he calls it) for quite some time now. Every time I consider throwing it away the soppy, emotional part of me takes over—I have so many good memories were made wearing this coat. It is a reminder of many, many wonderful adventures. I haven't wanted to replace it. But the fabric is fraying and the lining is torn and the zipper on the left pocket is broken. A trip through the washing machine would probably finish my beloved jacket all together.
My favorite day with this jacket: a self-guided walking tour of the Lake District. When some locals suggested that it would be impossible for my friends and me to walk from the shores of Lake Windermere all the way to the home of Beatrix Potter, we took it as a personal challenge and tromped through the English countryside for an entire day, much of it in pouring rain. I have never at any other point in my life been so entirely, thoroughly, joyfully soaked. Beatrix Potter’s garden is lovely in the rain.
Memories aside, it is time to say goodbye. I bought new jacket. I was finally won over by a (discounted) blue and grey beauty in Target. Will I miss my old jacket? Definitely. But I am glad to have a new one.
me and my jacket on the island of Orkney, Scotland
(also pictured: favorite pair of earrings that have gone missing)
What about you? I’m sure I’m not the only one to ever have a hard time parting with a worn-out piece of clothing. I would love to hear about yours!