Comfort this

You ever notice you have a comfort wardrobe? I'm not talking about comfortable clothes, but clothes that are like comfort food. The stuff you put on when you just feel blah, or you ate too much, or it's raining. Whatever the cause, you've got this article or set of clothing you can put on and suddenly things seem a little better. Perhaps it's a sweatshirt from an ex-boyfriend (or a sweatshirt an ex-girlfriend gave you) that you'd never tell your current Beau about the history.

Or perhaps it's a pair or shorts or sweats from when you were fat and they threaten to slide off your hips and it makes you smile every time you have to hike them up. Maybe it's an old T-shirt from college your wife has been nagging at you to throw away for years because it's threadbare and falling apart. The kind of piece of clothing that makes you sigh in delight as you slip into it and frown at the end of the day when you take it off. Cotton so soft with age that you aren't sure what holds it together other than your whim.

Like curling up on the couch under a blanket in the winter with a cup of hot cocoa. Or a conversation with an old friend (one of those debates that has lasted years.) You can't quite get enough, but the separation doesn't cause anxiety either. My salute today is to the comfort wardrobe. May you never part with it. Unless it's underwear with holes in it guys, then it's time to throw them in the trash, I don't care how comfortable they are.