‘I say, beware of all enterprises that require new clothes, and not rather a new wearer of clothes.’ Β Henry David Thoreau
This is my favorite shirt. Β I love it more now than the first time I put it on. Β I wish I had a meter to tell me which things will turn out like this shirt. Β When it was new, it was a nice medium-weight denim, several shades darker. Β It was probably laundered six or seven times before it revealed its beauty to me. Β It faded and softened, calling out to me every time I open my closet. Β Buttons have been replaced a few times, buttonholes repaired, tucks restitched, and today, an iron-on patch applied to the right side just below the yoke. Β The lace on the yoke has a small, well, maybe good-sized snag. Β I donβt think anyone will ever know.
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I fear it will wear out one day, as my favorites have done before, before too much longer. Sadly, itβs like trying plug a hole in a dam, when you plug one leak, another starts. Β I guess I will just love it as long as it lasts.