Ode to My Favorite Sweater

My favorite sweater is probably the ugliest sweater I own, but I love it to pieces anyways.  I bought it when I was 15 at some store in a mall and for 15 years it's been my favorite sweater.  It's not the one that I look the best in, and it's not the one that I reserve for date night.  It's the one that I lay on the couch in, the one that I grab when I'm chilly at home, the one that I won't ever get rid of no matter how holey or threadbear it becomes.  It's my favorite sweater, we've been through too much together to throw it away.

We've snuggled in with a good book, we've warmed each other up, we've gone through good times and bad.  My favorite sweater has shared countless adventures with me; travelling though books and movies and imagination.  We've dreamed together, we've met reality together.  My favorite sweater was there when I got my heart broken (each and everytime), it was there when my pets died, and it was even there when my friend passed away.  It is always there to give a hug.  It's kept me warm when it was cold, and it's kept me dry when it rained.

My favorite sweater is itchy, and it's scratchy, and it's a really ugly shade of brown, but it's still my favorite. It's got two big pockets that I love to shove my hands into, because you can never go wrong with big, warm and cozy pockets. My favorite sweater has a zipper that has never, ever gotten stuck and arms that are just the right length, long enough to cover your whole arm to just where your first knuckle ends.  My favorite sweater is long and it keeps my bum warm, I hate having a cold bum.

My favorite sweater and I have danced in the living room together and we've sung the wrong words.  We've been happy and sad and right pissed off.  We've felt confused, neglected, letdown and damn right miserable.  We've turned things around, we've looked at the bright side, we've weighed options together.   We've started, we've worked, we've acheived, and we've failed.  We've always had each other  My favorite sweater is a part of me.

My favorite sweater has never said anything mean to me.  It's never been rude to me.  It's never made me feel sad or worthless or that it doesn't care.  My favorite sweater is always supportive, and always positive, and always pushing me in the right direction.  I don't care that my favorite sweater is ugly, it fits me perfectly.