In Memoriam

Good-bye, jeans. You've served me well these past few years. I know I haven't spent much time with you since last spring, but please know that I miss you, and I always loved you. I miss your casualness and comfort. I miss your buttons and zippers. I miss rolling out of bed on a weekend (or messy project day), throwing you on with a long-sleeved T or sweater and sneakers, checking out my non-tank sized butt, and starting my day. You made me look and feel good. My heart is truly cracking for the time we could have spent together and the time we'll never have. I'm sorry I never truly apprecaited you. Please know that if we are ever reunited (either in this life or the next), I will give you the love and attention you deserve.
Good-bye shirts and sweaters that don't say "Maternity" on the tag. Every time I put one of you on, I know it's the last time. My eyes blur as I write this just thinking of a year (at least) without my striped rugbys, jcrew button-ups, and solid colored polos that made my decently sized and shaped boobs look great. I looked forward to the time we'd spend together, and I'd plan all the different pants and skirts I could wear with you. You could make any outfit casual or dressy, depending on the bottoms I put you with. Please forgive me for not utilizing you as much as I could have.
Good-bye dry clean only clothes. Please forgive my neglect in not taking you to the cleaners when I should have. You truly brightened my wardrobe, and it crushes my spirit to know we will not be reunited any time soon.
I will always love all of you-my dark jeans and black and white striped stretchy sleeveless shirt I wore on my 3rd date with Husband, my jean skirt and Bronx T I wore on our first date, the striped pants from the Ann Taylor outlet in Williamsburg, the long-sleeved rugbys I bought at the outlets when I should have been attending a conference. You've left me with memories and credit card bills to last the rest of my life, and I thank you for that.