On the Same Level as Comfort Food

When the weather starts to get cold, people start talking about comfort food.

Chicken Soup.

Lasagna.

Mashed potatoes.

Anything warm, gooey, buttery or cheesy seems to get the title of comfort food.

Although I am a huge fan of comfort food, cold weather also signals the onset of my favorite time of year–comfort clothes season.

I hate to start off with a sad story, but I recently had a harrowing encounter with the local Cobbler about some shoes.

Not just any pair of shoes, mind you.  My cold weather, heavy-duty clogs that I have had….
hmm–not sure how long I’ve had them.  At least 15 years for sure (which are how items in my wardrobe get the coveted title of comfort clothes.)

You see, the soles started to come apart and winter is fast approaching.  No problem, I thought, I’ll just take them down the street for the Cobbler to repair. He’s such a nice man.  The whole family works there.  Kids to Grandparents.

When he looked at my shoes, he immediately diagnosed the problem.  Dry Rot. Non-repairable.  “What?”  I cried.  “Look, you have fixed everything from purse straps to belts for me and you can’t fix these shoes?  That’s your specialty!   Look closer there must be something you can do.” I sobbed.  “I’m so sorry,” he said, sadly shaking his head. “There is nothing I can do.  I can dispose of them if you want.”

And just like that they were gone.  Years of comfort tossed in the trash of a Cobbler.

*moment of silence please*

There is a happy side to this story.

I still have my favorite sweatshirt.  I guess you could still call it a sweatshirt.

sweatshirt

The origins of this shirt can be traced back to the early to mid 1980’s.  I know I got it after we were married in ’82.  I know I wore it while I was pregnant with the boys and that started in 1985.

We’ve been through a lot together to say the least.  It started out as a nice sweatshirt–one I would wear out in public.

At some point over the years, the collar has managed to disappear

sweatshirt

and the cuffs are no longer in existence.

sweatshirt

I can no longer tell if it’s inside out or not.

sweatshirt

It is worn so thin you have to wear a shirt underneath.

It has no distinct shape.

It’s loose.

It’s floppy.

It’s perfect.

Every year when I drag it out, Al says (in disbelief), “is that thing still around?”

Yep.  I can always count on my favorite sweatshirt.

I may even wear it next time I visit the Cobbler.

Friends, please reassure me you have some comfort clothes you’ve had forever.

Brenda

About the blonde gardener

I'm an Arkansas girl born and raised. I garden in the beautiful Northwest part of the state (zone 6b or 7) surrounded by the Ozark Mountains. My favorite part about the area is we have 4 distinct seasons and are able to enjoy a variety of activities. My main passion is gardening but I also enjoy hiking, birding, 4-wheeling and motorcycle trips. Basically anything outside. Thanks for stopping by! Brenda
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19 Responses to On the Same Level as Comfort Food

  1. Peter/Outlaw says:

    Doesn’t everyone have favorites like this? I have a sweater that is now more holes than yarn. Because it’s so loose it gets caught on every rose cane or other thorny thing as I work in the garden. It’s shapeless like yours and must now be worn over a shirt. It’s very comfortable but really needs to be thrown away. My sincerest sympathy on the loss of your clogs. Comfortable shoes are one of life’s great pleasures!

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  2. LOL, I can definitely reassure you of that! I guess I’m lucky that my husband has some comfort clothes of his own hanging around 😉

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  3. I hate to throw away any shoes or article of clothing that is comfortable. It can be frayed, stained, torn. I got in an argument with Judy once who wanted me to throw away a pair of black sneakers because there was a hole in the big toe. I pointed out that if I wore black socks no one would be able to tell, and she couldn’t see the logic of that. I think with me it is less the emotional comfort and more that I hate shopping for clothes.

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  4. Oh my yes! I was just stepping (and ripping) the pant leg on my flannel-pjs-that-are-so-thin-they-aren’t-flannel-anymore this morning! Your post made me laugh!!

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  5. Ah yes, I covered this in my blog a long time ago. The ancient clothes were shorts. Now, as to your clogs. I wouldn’t have let that cobbler throw my shoes out. I’dda hauled those shoes back home and tried gluing them back together with E6000.

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  6. Kevin says:

    For me, it’s my over-sized blue hoody. It’s gigantic on me, and I love to be lost inside of it. And the hood is big, perfect for pulling over my eyes for a midday nap. And when I’m feeling under the weather, it’s the first thing I turn to . . . Great post!

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  7. Mags Corner says:

    Oh, yes I have some comfort clothes. Sadly I had to finally part with one of my favorite shirts this past summer, the holes just were too large for me to wear it any longer. It was difficult to toss it but I finally had to. I have more comfort clothes and I hope to not have to toss them before I leave this life. I enjoyed this post. Hugs

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  8. bittster says:

    The kids are starting to pull at all the holes in MY favorite sweatshirt and it’s been banned from public use for at least two years….. I feel your pain.

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