30 Dec 2012
My boyfriend found this old shirt of his, it's soft and white, with fine pinstripes. You know, the kind of cotton that feels lived in, supple. It's the perfect garment for evening reading, and eventually falling asleep in, long after my eyes are tired and watery, and the book is creased in my cramped hand.
When he handed this shirt to me it felt like rediscovering something I'd lost. It felt familiar, somehow. I think that's when you know you've got it right, with clothing, or anything, for that matter - when you find something new, that feels old.
I'm currently reading If On A Winter's Night A Traveller by Italo Calvino, and enjoying these thin Jo Malone perfume testers as bookmarks.