No one has ever accused me of being a “clothes horse”, and there is a really good reason for that. I trend toward comfort rather than fashion, and I hate to throw out anything that can still be used. The result is a wardrobe of clothes that are often decades old.
I realized that the other day when I took off the long sleeved T-shirt I sleep in. That is it in the photo above. Back in the mid-1980’s, I used to sell T-shirts with logo’s I designed. This particular shirt is one I designed from the “Yellowhead Loppet”, a cross country ski race. As you can see the shirt is on the verge of disintegration, and I guess when all the holes join together and the arms of the shirt tear loose I will discard it.
This morning when I went out for my walk around the pond with Skye, I wore the green fleece jacket with the broken zipper pull. It originally belonged to my father, and I inherited it when he died in 1999. The shirt that I am wearing beneath the jacket is a BC Forest Service shirt that I got in the early 1990’s.
As I hung up the fleece I noticed my short denim jacket, which my family always called a “milking jacket”. It is one that I wore in my hippie-dippy days and is a relic of the early 1970’s. Note the Sgt. Peppers Lonely Heart Club patch I had sewed on it’s pocket.
Don’t get me wrong, I still do occasionally buy clothes--socks, underwear, jeans, and the odd shirt, but here in the rural interior of BC, there is really no reason to keep up with the latest runway fashions, so I will just keep wearing the old clothes I have, until they wear out.
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