I have a favorite sweater.
It's a boiled wool, over-sized, maroon v-neck sweater. I bought in Indianapolis about 10 years ago in the men's department at the GAP. And I love it. And one reason it's lasted this long is because I live in Arizona and and I can count one hand (well, maybe two) the number of times I get to wear it each winter. It's the kind of sweater you cozy up in and wear when it's cold and rainy.
It wasn't cold and rainy this weekend, but it was cool so I put it on. We took the kids to an outdoor mall and listened to live music with both sets of grandparents. Everyone had a great time and all-in-all it was a fun night. Got home, fed the girls, bathed everyone, and started putting everyone to bed.
And then Hannah spit up all over me. And my favorite sweater. And now my sweater is sitting by the door waiting to be dry cleaned.
Just made me sad. And this is why I HATE clothes that are dry-clean only. You thought I would have learned my lesson with the bedspread.
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