Yes, I have a favourite sweatshirt from every period of my life. Shush.
I'm currently in Ed'ton visiting LynnieC and helping her pack up all her crap for the fourth time in three years. (She's actually moved eight times in 6 years, but I haven't been around for some of them. Thank the good Lord.) We've been going through all her clothes and other things trying to pair down.
In one of her boxes of "keep" clothes, I found this:
|Note the armpit holes, the frayed collar, the right cuff held on by a safety pin.|
My Pembina Valley sweatshirt.
I stole this sweatshirt from a friend who played for the Pembina Valley hockey team in Podunk, Manitoba. Okay, it's not actually called Podunk, but it might as well have been.
I loved this sweatshirt.
It was oversized, acid washed, and well... ugly. But I loved it with every fibre of my being. I wore it all the time. I wore it to school, to sleep, to hang out, to go out with friends. ALL THE TIME. This is not an understatement. It was this or my father's oversized suit jacket with the cuffs rolled up to a jaunty length.
It was the early 90s. Stop judging me.
After I decided the sweatshirt was too ratty for me, (Mind you, the safety pin didn't say that to me. Nor did the armpit hole.) I gave the sweatshirt to Lyn. Or, she stole it. Our relationship is pretty open that way. She wore it for awhile and then put it in her box of things she couldn't part with.
Ten years later, it seems a little pathetic. We threw it out. But, we threw it out with fine memories of days gone by.