The new shirt came in the mail today, deep red with a rich soft nap. If I should name the manufacturer it would be familiar to you. The old shirt was still whole although it was faded and the buttons didn’t match anymore. You wouldn’t believe how old it was. Both girls wore it as they grew up and when they were little it was soft on their cheeks and noses and drank their tears when they cried. It was such a good fit across the shoulders and knew the curve of my arm like no other shirt. It didn’t mind the garden dirt either.
I suppose it’s childish to feel loyalty to something made of cloth but if I could have the old navy blue back again you could have the red. Why is new good and why is faded and old not good too? Oh, I suppose I’ll get used to it but, because of the way I am, it is going to take me a while.
