Mundane Pointless Clothing I Must Wear

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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Everywhere I go, no matter what it is, you can hear me coming a mile away. It’s impossible to miss… this echoing “kerflop, kerflop, kerflop”, with a bit of clinking thrown in.

My boots.

My big, floppy, old, worn-out hiking boots. They don’t have any laces, the edges are torn and the material is dangling around, the soles are COMPLETELY worn through and provide zero support whatsoever, they smell worse than Al Bundy’s feet, and all the metal rings that are supposed to hold the laces are free to dangle around as they will, so that every step I take is a cacophony.

I wouldn’t part with these boots for anything in the world. I’ve had them for more than five years, but I haven’t started wearing them exclusively until about three years ago when my black sneakers got too worn out. I just love how cloppy they are… they’re like slippers, 'cept much bigger.

Sure, it’s almost impossible to run with these on, and I can’t kick without one of them flying off my foot, but it’s not like I ever run or kick to begin with. But when I wear my boots, I’m secure in my knowledge that I’m a big, loud, obnoxious, not-too-physically-attractive-yet-strangely-appealing-in-a-weird-way jackass.

What article of clothing do you have that you absotively, posilutely can NOT part with, despite all the holes, stains, tears, patches, and stinks they have?

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My bathrobe.

Green* terrycloth with all the tiny threads**, missing a beltloop, but still really warm. No holes, but definitely starting to fray.

Means a lot to me, since it was a gift from (former)Roommate [in happier times], and one of the artists at the art schools where I model said to me one time, “We’re really happy when we walk in and see ‘the rag’*** hanging on the rack, 'cause we know you’re modeling today.”

Warm fuzzies to me.

  • used to be a really ‘dark forest green’, but now has more kinship with ‘pale seafoam’, after all the washings
    **where the cat and the bird snagged their nails
    ***my name for the bathrobe
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My (and Jester’s) school’s dress code. Tucked in collared shirts everyday. No grunge. No visible tattoos or body piercings.

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My black hoody from Board Dokter… I wear it pretty much everyday and everywhere (to school, Guides, even around the house) I’ve only had it since August but I love wearing it… probably had to do with the fact that I seem to get cold easily and its winter right now too…

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My red, oversize “Safety First” sweatshirt (came from Mr. Scarlett’s employer) with the burn hole on the back. (I put it there.) It’s my favorite work-at-home apparel, combined with my comfy black sweatpants and Pooh slippers.

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My gen-u-wine Telegraph Avenue tie-dye shirt. Guaranteed handmade by authentic aging hippies. It was given to me by my dissertation support group as I headed out from Berkeley to my first teaching job in the land of corn and soybeans.

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My Harvest Ball t-shirts. There hasn’t been a Harvest Ball in Carcross in almost twenty years. The shirts have worn so transparent with age that they would be illegal to wear braless in some countries.

When one finally gets a hole in it, I’m gonna frame it.

Tisiphone.

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I have a t-shirt that is at least 12 years old that my aunt gave me. It has the University of Texas symbol on it and Snoopy leaning on the letters, really cute. The shirt needs to be thrown away. There are holes all over it, spots that are so worn you can see through it and I cut the sleeves off years ago and I still wear it around the house when I’m being a bum.

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Navy blue hooded sweatshirt. To the outside world. To me it is my one defence against all others, my shell, my home, … you get the point.

I sleep in the thing most nights. It gets washed when I do laundry and the physical sepration is horrible. Other than that its filthy. I cry in it. Its a walking security blanket. When I’m sick its the most germ infested thing on earth. I wear it zipped all the way up with nothing underneath when I don’t want to actually get dressed.

Gotta love the hoodie.

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These Cutoff jeans I have. It’s not that pointless, except I’m wearing them now, and It’s in negative degrees outside.

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Welcome to the wonderful world of My Hair.

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My sneakers. They’re somewhere between skateboard shoes and tennis shoes. They’re black and white and were dirt cheap. They’re getting quite worn, but I wear them 85 percent of the time.
I also refuse to throw out any concert t-shirts I get, no matter how faded/holey they get.

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Gotta be my forest green LL Bean field coat.
I got it three years ago and hardly ever wear any other coat. It has a removable Thinsulate liner, so it is the best three season coat ever.
It has some dried up hot glue on it from a physics project, a tear in a corner from my puppy.
The best part is that there is always something interesting in one of it’s five pockets. The zippered breast pocket has had a button from National Engineers Week 2000 since last February (when the week was,) one word of magnetic poetry (you,) and one of those black paper clips with the folding handle-thingies.
Not to mention numerous receipts, papers, and a script to “The Scheme of the Driftless Shifter,” (which, if you want to see, will be performed February 8, 9, and 10 in the RPI Player’s Playhouse.)
Love that coat.

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I’ve got this most excellent sweatsuit that I’ll never get rid of.

It’s actually not old–I got it a little over a year ago, on sale at Meijer’s. But it’s comfy, comfy, comfy. I bought it about a month before my son was born, set it aside, and told my husband exactly where it was, just in case he had to dress me when I went in to labor. I didn’t have clothing set aside for when my daughter was born. My husband had to find clothing and dress me, while I was in labor. At four am. After he’d driven three hours home from a gig. In an ice storm. I nearly delivered on the porch.

Those sweats are soooooo fluffy and warm. They’re not ragged out yet, but I imagine they will be in a little while. I’m working on it, anyway!

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When I was a freshman in college I worked for a comic book store that was going broke. I used to read the “Omaha the Cat Dancer” comics - they were rather pornographic, so we kept 'em behind the counter with the Playboys.

I liked them so much I got myself an Omaha the Cat Dancer t-shirt. It’s white, and it has Omaha in a seated position, wearing a sort of white blazer that covers her up just enough to show that she’s not wearing anything underneath it. It is now extremely threadbare and much of poor Omaha’s body tint is peeling off, but I don’t care. I think it’s the coolest t-shirt anyone has ever been lucky enough to own.

Quote from Omaha:

“What’s wrong with my name?”
“My dear, Nebraska is flat.”

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They’re the Arizona style and they were the only shoes I could wear during my pregnancy. In Texas, in the summer. They stink! I’ve tried to clean them but the funk is seriously ingrained.

I don’t know why, but they make me feel comfortable. I wear them with everything- shorts, jeans, whatever. I wear them with toe socks when it gets too cold, otherwise I’m always barefoot. I guess they symbolize my inner bum. I’ll never (willingly) get rid of these shoes!
…don’t even start me on my comic book / concert tee shirts…

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Not technically clothing, but this sweet ensemble for my bed I’m never going to give up. A really nice fluffy pillow, with a starwars comforter and episode one sheets! I love it to death :slight_smile:

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I have a black [actually, now it’s a fading grey colour] that I wear almost everyday, and have done so for the past 5 years. It’s holey and all stretched out in the wrong places, but it’s so comfortable. The other thing is my black cardigan. There’s a joke between my friend and I that it’s like my second skin, because I wear it most days, no matter what I’m wearing, I wear that cardy with it. If I were to lose it in some freak accident, I would mourn it’s loss. Oh, how I love my black cardy hugs it fondly