For the better part of this week, when it has gotten too chilly in my apartment, I have been wearing a black sweatshirt I got as a thank-you gift for volunteering at Outfest in 2005. It’s not the fanciest of clothing and is indeed not nearly as thick as most other such garments. But is the perfect weight to keep me comfortable and cozy.
I probably hadn’t worn the thing since I first received it now nearly six years ago, only finding it when cleaning out my closet. During that cleaning process, I found the three most expensive shirts I had ever purchased — and realized they were among those I wore the least often. Indeed, I had probably worn my new “favorite” sweatshirt more frequently that I had worn those three shirts combined.
Just fun to note the total absence of correlation because the cost of an item and the frequency of its use.
(I smiled when about a week ago, after giving one of those shirts to our building’s handyman, I saw him wearing it as a smock to protect his clothing while painting.)