The End of an Era

My blue jacket. My ex hated it. He demanded quite frequently that I ditch it. Things he didn't like about it: its colour, that the lining looked like terry cloth, the cut and its general style. Which made me love it all the more. So much so, that it outlasted our relationship, and it's only now, when the jacket is tatty, ripped, and I've had to cut the cuffs off, that I can admit to myself, that it's time to move on.

The jacket, along with a pair of jeans I bought in Paris (I was miserable and therefore incredibly skinny... I'm happier now and therefore a size bigger than the Paris jeans) and a grey t-shirt are being culled from my already meager wardrobe, for the betterment of the town's clothing donation bin. So long, old friends.