Showing posts with label favorite sweatshirt. Show all posts
Showing posts with label favorite sweatshirt. Show all posts

Monday, April 30, 2012

Favorite sweatshirt


When I think of The Cosby Show, which is probably too often to be proud of, my thoughts usually find their way to one classic character from the early episodes.  Peter, Rudy’s friend, was round and quiet, a follower more than a leader but not afraid to be the only boy at Rudy’s slumber party.  Whether Peter and Rudy were attempting to make grape jelly – an attempt that ended with his classic running exit out the Cosby's front door and a mess in the their kitchen – or Cliff’s leg attempting to be an equal opportunity horse, even with the hefty Peter, he always seemed to have on the same, basic uniform:  an 80’s sweat suit. 

I wonder what Peter liked about them so much.  Was it the comfort of the forgiving elastic waist, their casual and laidback style, the security of the elastic around the ankles, or maybe the sweat suits were hand-me-downs from an older sibling?  Even if someone on the show had asked Peter, I doubt he would have provided an answer.  He rarely spoke at all.  But, if he had decided to voice his answer, I believe it would go something like this:  They are my favorite.


Friday, April 20, 2012

Day 18: Pobject's favorite sweatshirt

Some time ago I noticed that its cuffs had started to pull apart.

"I could sew those back together for you," Maggie said.

"I could do it myself if I wanted to." I like them how they are. It makes it easier to roll them up once I'm warmed up on a long run.

While it's showing signs of age, its white lettering clings tenaciously to the front. It helps that I'm not so diligent about washing it. I tell myself: it rarely comes in contact with my skin, so how dirty can it be? Some of its essence of soaked-in sweat is lost each time it touches laundry soap.

Of the many millions of garments ever made, how is it that this one came to be mine?

It could as well have been the one behind it, had I come an hour later. Would that one have been my favorite then? "I wrote this song two hours before we met," Jarvis Cocker sings.

You might meet some who are hard to love, but give it all you've got. After all, you can never really love the ones you never meet.