Confessions of a Sweater
By, Dai Lin
Confession: when I used to arrive early to my physical therapy appointments on 14th and 6th, I would sometimes peruse urban wear at Urban Outfitters. This was embarrassing for not only did I not want to pay $80 for a sweater, I, more importantly, did not want to give my money to Urban Outfitters. It was during one of these outings when a sweater caught my eye.
The moment I set eyes on the sweater, I felt at home. I later realized that its design was reminiscent of subway car flooring, black with splatters of color that you couldn't quite fully identify in a pattern that both was and wasn't a pattern. I knew immediately that I wasn't basic enough to pull it off.
Fortunately, or unfortunately, I didn't have to partake in an identify crisis because there were only L's and XL's left and I had no intentions of attempting to pull off a sweater dress. At the time, I felt relieved.
Two months later, I had moved to Boulder with two suitcases and no sweaters. Because I had decided to embark on an indefinite vacation, I had permission from myself to slowly refashion my wardrobe with flair and mostly only fair. I headed to the fine establishment of Plato's Closet for this quest.
It was here, where homesickness caught me unexpectedly in the form of a sweater. There it was:
I grabbed it. Brought it home. Threw it straight into the dryer (which I have, in house) in the basement (which I also have, in house) in my house (and by house I mean an actual house with a front and backyard and a driveway, what?) because if living in New York had taught me anything, it was to be unabashedly terrified of bed bugs and to put everything on high heat for 30+ minutes. As I was cutting the tag off the sweater, I saw on the tag in blue handwriting 'Urban Outfitters' and at that moment I knew that that day, I had not gone thrifting, but I had been answering the call of the sweater.
Robohoff!
Thank you for bringing and continuing to bring silliness, friendship, and love into my life. Though the last year was filled with endless tears, you managed, as always, to bring endless laughter into my life. I am so grateful to be your friend. Channeling you and remembering you challenges me to instill higher levels of silliness, always.
When Anastasia (yet another of example of how you bring friends together) and I made these gifs, we attempted to fit into a sweater taken from a my roommate's bed, (not shared here bc those videos turned out to be quite inappropriate for the internet), and we, of course, giggled uncontrollably. Knowing you challenges me to be a more joyful, more kind, more genuine human being and I will continue to work my ass off ever single day to attempt to fill the gap you have left in this world.
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