my favorite shirt
lived in
worn to softness
tissue paper thin
color gone
shapeless and frayed
always feels like home.
—
“there is a special blessing in old clothes;
that aside from their comfort,
for which especially they are to be cherished.
they confer a certain kind of anonymity on one who wears them gladly;
all their bright places rubbed in a uniform dullness,
they achieve an appearance so nearly nondescript
that only a close scrutiny could learn that ever they held shape at all.’
-maude meagher
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Nice and comfy. I have one just like this☺️.
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Good to hear!
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I totally get this; I have an old T-shirt from years back; it is just loose enough to feel cozy in but it still has a certain chirpiness knowing it is just right for me and I am just right for it :) I have other T-shirts ,newer, brighter — these I keep for ‘going out’ but my old T-shirt —maybe I should write a poem about it —- perhaps I am, here — I wear at home, when I walk around the ‘hood, when I hang out with friends at a barbie :) anyhow, this is just to say, your post inspired this :)
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Yes – something about Trae things that makes them (and us) feel that way
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I love old clothes, they are the most comfortable!
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They sure arw
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This looks very much loved.
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Yes, still is
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💞💞
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I totally understand this. As I was reading your post, I thought about those similar items that are my go-to clothes. I realize now that they exist because wearing them feels familiar, perhaps like my body is “home” inside them. Enjoy getting cozy in that shirt as much as you can!
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That’s it, and thanks-
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My wife made me throw away a much loved cotton-canvas overshirt because the elbows had gone threadbare. That was in 2022, and I still miss that shirt!
Best wishes, Pete.
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Aww , I get that
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Yes, there is a special blessing in old clothes. Happy New Year, beth…and GO BLUE (OT, I know).
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Indeed there is and you too and blue –
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My lay-about house track suit, Exactly!
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Bingo! We all have something
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This made me smile with thinking of my shirts with frayed collars and are comfortable and valued for that 🙂
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Yes –
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💕💕
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<3
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It’s like being wrapped in a comfortable hug.
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yes, that’s it
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In 1970, after I returned to the United States from two years in the Peace Corps, my uncle, who worked in New York’s garment industry, gave me six shirts. I still have two of them. Sure, their cuffs are a bit frayed, but I still occasionally wear them when I’m out in nature and expect to get grungy anyhow.
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that is wonderful
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Oh, yes!
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we all have something…
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Yes!
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I know what you mean! I have a flannel nightgown my daughter bought me with her own money when she was 11 or 12 that I wear when I don’t feel well. She is now 49 and I still have it.
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oh, that is so very special
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One good turn deserves another
This shirt — Mary Chapin Carpenter
This shirt is old and faded
All the color’s washed away
I’ve had it now for more damn years
Than I can count anyway
I wear it beneath my jacket
With the collar turned up high
So old I should replace it
But I’m not about to try
This shirt’s got silver buttons
And a place upon the sleeve
Where I used to set my heart up
Right there anyone could see
This shirt is the one I wore to every boring high school dance
Where the boys ignored the girls
And we all pretended to like the band
This shirt was a pillow for my head
On a train through Italy
This shirt was a blanket beneath the love
We made in Argeles
This shirt was lost for three whole days
In a town near Buffalo
‘Till I found the locker key
In a downtown Trailways bus depot
This shirt was the one I lent you
And when you gave it back
There was a rip inside the sleeve
Where you rolled your cigarettes
It was the place I put my heart
Now look at where you put a tear
I forgave your thoughtlessness
But not the boy who put it there
This shirt was the place your cat
Decided to give birth to five
And we stayed up all night watching
And we wept when the last one died
This shirt is just an old faded piece of cotton
Shining like the memories
Inside those silver buttons
This shirt is a grand old relic
With a grand old history
I wear it now for Sunday chores
Cleaning house and raking leaves
I wear it beneath my jacket
With the collar turned up high
So old I should replace it
But I’m not about to try
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oh, wow! i never knew this existed, it is said so perfectly.
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Well, this year she won a ACA Honors award for a lifetime of writing poetry (song lyrics).
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i’m not surprised at all, she has alwas been such a talented singer/songwriter. thanks for sharing this
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I do clean out closets occasionally. There are always those shirts/slacks that no longer fit but I just can’t give up. Maybe next year – which is now this year – I will exercise a bit more.
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no reason to give up those special ones
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Home. Definitely. Even with the elbow worn through.
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even more so
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Ahh…love this! Old clothes, well worn and lived in = old friends. 🥰❤️🥰
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spot on
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Love it, Beth! Cher xoxoxo
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thanks, cher
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I have a favorite t-shirt that I wore for over a decade, to the point where it became too threadbare and faded to keep wearing. But I couldn’t part with it, so it’s tucked away in a hope chest now. Funny how attached we can become to even a cheap clothing item.
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it really is –
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It’s always “awkward” for me when I have to say farewell to a favorite shirt I have literally worn to pieces…rest-in-peace(s) to all those who went before as well as those who will meet their demise going forward.🙂
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ah, yes
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Like old friends and wine…old shirts just get better with age…although I usually don’t let wine sit around and get better. :)
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they do, they do..and good call on the wine
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That does, indeed, look like a much-beloved shirt. My husband hangs onto shirts for a long time, saying, “They’re so comfy.” I tend to wear my clothes until they wear out. For example, holes in my jeans. I do need some new flannel shirts. Maybe in a few weeks they will be on sale here in Minnesota.
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i’m glad i’m not the only one
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I love comfortable old clothes. Great poem.
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thank you
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I’m sitting here in my stretched-out, soft, hole-in-the-elbow long-sleeved t-shirt, nodding at everything in this post. I have another sweater that I refuse to let go of that is in even worse (perfect) shape!
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#comfortclothesstrong
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Yes!
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I have that shirt. I don’t wear it. It has eidelweiss embroidered on the placket. I got it in Zürich. ❤️
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cool-
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My clothes are descript but unfortunately they clash with nondescript me.
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it’s a mix’n match look
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My niche is Mix and Unmatch!
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mashup!
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That’s my shirt! :)
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it is the most comfortable ever!
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Sadly, mine literally fell apart. Elbows tore, so did the cuffs and things just kept on until I had to give it up. Miss that shirt and it looked just like the one in the photo, but had a bit more blue left. Sigh.
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awww, i feel for you
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loved that shirt
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My wife refers to some of my old classics as “my uniform.”
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ha, that’s so perfect, and i love that you refer to them as your old classics
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I deeply understand this. An old well-worn shirt is, indeed, home.
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Yes –
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I have bedding like that. Butter soft with age yet remarkably still white enough to use without any shame.
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How nice!
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It’s not what it looks like, it’s what it feels like that matters!
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absolutely
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So nice, such a good perspective
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it’s my favorite
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I’m not sure if the fabric forms to us or if we leave a bit of ourselves in the fabric. But, a well-worn outfit definitely feels like home no matter where you are.
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probably a bit of both, and it does –
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It is so hard to let go of some comfortable clothes
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it is and so I keep this one that is my favorite
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