|Under the sea|
When I was a lifeguard way, way back, I built up a collection of some of the weirdest shorts you could ever imagine. There was method to my madness, as a wacky pair of shorts was often a great way to get a scared little munchkin to crack a smile and dip a tentative toe into the water during swim instruction. I had shorts with polka dots, animals, unidentifiable shapes and, as you can see here, psychedelic sea creatures. They made people smile, disarmed tense situations and generally made things a little more chill, a little more human.
Somewhat unbelievably, I've continued to wear this style of clothing. I don't dare wear 'em to the mall or any other place where I might run into someone I know. But for sleeping, walking the dog or washing the car - assuming I ever actually get around to washing my car before the next millenium - they're just the thing.
Sadly, clothes don't last forever. I know, such a surprise. And given my sentimental way of looking at the world, I've tended to hold onto some of my old faves for far longer than I should. I wouldn't wear them - too tattered for that. Instead, I'd leave them buried deep in a drawer because I couldn't get myself to ditch them for good. Same goes for many of my old, now ratty t-shirts: each one has a story, and it's hard to let go.
I've come up with a strange idea to help me work through this eccentric form of separation anxiety: I'm taking pictures of them before I ditch them for good. We'll start with these. Natty, eh?
Your turn: Clothes may or may not make the man, but do you think they hold sentimental value, as well? Or am I just being weird?