In the same spirit as the polar bear pants, I have worn my favorite yellow cashmere gloves until they grew holes. I tried to ignore them, even when my fingers would fall out of the holes, or how every time I put on my gloves, they would get bigger.
Finally Dan saw that I was wearing these holey gloves and told me I looked like a homeless person.
I wore them a few more times and decided this morning that I should retire them even though they are the best gloves I have ever owned--both in comfort, softness and yellowness. I pulled on some new-old gloves today--these grey numbers I bought a few years ago and never wore reguarly (they lack the comfort, softness or yellowness). And I decided that these were the gloves I would now wear with the yellow cashmere scarf which is still in peak condition.
But then I dropped one on the bus, and I figured it out as the bus was pulling away. And that was the end of the grey numbers. I threw the other in the trash can. I am tempted to go back to homeless yellow once again. Can someone send me a paycheck already so I can buy myself some respectable hand coverings?
How can something that feels so right be so wrong?