Requiem for my black cardigan
I'm slowly facing the fact that my black cardigan is toast. Oh, I can continue to wear it around the house, etc., but it's life as a staple of my wardrobe is over. And one of the things I loved so much about it was it's going-anywhere-ness, it's wear-with-anything-ness. That and it's machine-wash-and-drying-ness and 100%-cotton-ness and 4-season-ness.
*sniff*
It's fault? The elbow area of my mouse hand-side, long since thin from excessive computing, is developing a rather large hole.
*sniff*
I've been casually looking for a replacement for a few months. Nothing out there seems to measure up. This one is too thin, that one too bulk, another lay-flat-to-dry, most less that 100% cotton. And some are just too plain. My favorite black cardigan (part of a twinset) was not quite plain. The knit was different on the top than the bottom, which gave it a good drape.
It's made my recent shopping experiences rather unpleasant, although, were it not for that, they would be unpleasant due to the preponderance of pink in this year's pallette. Pink. My least favorite color. I simply cannot get myself to wear it. It reminds me of Peptobismal, which reminds me of nausea. So I go into store, look at the sea of pink, and within five minutes I'm feeling queasy. Blech!
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Have you google/ebay searched for the exact same cardigan? Who knows...
I googled the brand and came up with nothing. This sweater is, like, 7-8 years old, and was from a clothing maker more famous for their menswear. I've even gone back to the store.
You gotta understand, Ben, I have clothes almost as old as you. About a year and a half ago, I finally parted with a sweater I dearly loved, that I got as a b-day present in 1986. I still regularly wear a t-shirt from a play I was in my senior year in college (1992) enscribed with the quote "This isn't opera. This is real life. Why should love always be tragic." [I actually once turned down a $500 the shirt - stupid, I know, but there are just too many memories attached to it.]
Good Lord. Who offered you $500 for the shirt? I mean -- it's a great quote and all but, seriously, $500? People are weird.
Two suggestions re: the sweater--
1) Knit one yourself
2) If you are very, very patient and willing to send the sweater's remains to me, I might be able to knit one for you for the cost of the yarn. Patience would be key, however, especially if it's a very fine gauge.
Thanks for the offer. My knitting skills aren't yet up to the task. I'll think about sending it to you -- it is a rather fine guage.
As for the offer for the t-shirt it was a guy in the Mendelssohn choir and he was a lawyer. 8-p I refused to let him buy me. I admit it was stupid.
Send it on. I'd look upon the sweater's reanimation as a fun challenge. Not a speedy challenge, mind, but a fun one.
Alas, the only way to replace a beloved item is to remember it fondly and move on.
Harsh as it may seem, perhaps a paradigm shift is in order. Maybe even "gasp" a polyester warm up jacket. I've recently fallen for a pair of black Roebock athletic pants with a thin lavender stripe. I scoff at wearers of athletic pants with garish wide white and red stripes!
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