I have trouble letting go...

Of things I love. I still have a flannel shirt procured in my early teens. I still wear the brass half moon earrings I bought my sophomore year of high school. I picked them up on clearance at Pier 1 of all places because it was right next to the bakery where I worked. And yes, up until now, I have still lovingly donned my super soft overwashed peace tie dye that I got the summer I turned fifteen (that would be 25 summers ago for those of you who are counting).

Why up until now? [cue the funeral music]. I think it's offiicially dead. The back has been a spiderweb of intricate holes--small to large--for years now. But the front...ah, the front is finally starting to bite it. There is absolutely no way to wear this shirt any more (for years it's been relegated to just pajama top paired with favorite pj bottoms) without my um...well, there is nip showing, let's just say that. Way too many peakboo holes to be worn around the house when random friends of the minions are popping by whenever they please.

                                                                  BACK

Don't cry, though. I think I will now relegate it to: change into it to go to crawl into bed wear. And I'll wear it that way until, well, let's face it...that fricker falls off my body.

                                                                  FRONT

To the man: I know you are reading this. And I know you're laughing at me :P

XOXO
S
p.s. I originally put 26 summers. Somehow now, I have decided to make myself a year old. Let's not rush it, shall we? 25 summers...25!