One benefit of my admittedly obsessive tracking of the Pantheon is that I know exactly when I last wore an item in my wardrobe. There is usually a photo, but if there isn’t, then at least a little note jotted down in my DAYONE.
Well, enter the greatest mystery to happen to me since I was in high school and wore a favorite white blouse with an oversized collar and cuffs from Express as a costume in a play and that blouse poof disappeared without a trace after a costume change during a performance.
I mean, all of my clothes live in three drawers in my boudoir or hang on hangers. We have not traveled, to have left it somewhere by accident.
And yet, my favorite lightweight ocean green cardigan (a hand-me-down from my sister-in-law!) cannot be found anywhere. The only place I have not looked is behind the washer…(need indulgent husband for that).
I last wore it on October 9. I cannot remember seeing it since. Now that the weather is nice again, I need it. It is the cardigan I can throw over anything of any color and have it work. It is my magic sweater.
This cardigan could never be replaced. Magic like this doesn’t just happen!
Although it’s been more than 25 years, I can still feel the ridiculously potent grief of losing that white blouse…and now the possibility that my magic cardigan has been lost as well… It goes to show that clothes are very much a part of who we are if we let them be. That like a pet, certain items just bring our little lives a touch more joy. Losing them does leave a little hole in our heart.
And now I’m back to Go West…full circle ? Not until I find that sweater!