I admit, I have a hoodie that I am dependant on. I can't help it. I used to have a blankie but my ex-step dad didn't like it and threw it away. Sad story. I believe that since I never got over having something to sleep with that I continue to use something. And I don't have to sleep with it, it just makes me feel better. There are times when I can go months without it but here lately, I've
There used to be a back story to it but that doesn't matter anymore. I don't keep it around for that reason. I keep it because I LOVE it. It's sooooo soft and squishy. I use it as a pillow most of the time. I've had this hoodie since I was in 5th grade. So that's like ummm....11 years. That makes me feel old. That's half of my life.
Ready for pictures?
Here it is in all of its glory. Yes, all ripped and torn.
That's one of the sleeves. The blue stuff is paint from the skating rink.
They had just painted the window sill and I leaned on it to look out the window.
Apparently after 11 years this is what happens to a sleeve.
Yep, the part of the sleeve where your wrist goes is missing. I know.
I keep it in my purse. Laugh if you must. I know I am. lol.
The back. It sure as hell doesn't look as rough as the front does. Check out the seams though.
They're all worn away.
And ignore the mess please!
The hoodie pouch. Yeah...it's ripped.
The hoodie was made by Bugle Boy Jean Company. Remember them? I'm pretty sure they made some baggy ass sag ass jeans that you could only get at WalMart. lol.
And that's my happiness. I just adore it. And now I want to sleep with it.
But Boyfriend is laying on it. And if I ask him to get off of it he'll make some comment about
burning it. So, off to sleep with the little sleeve I guess!
(I planned this post fyi)
I'm not going back to bed at 730. I'm still asleep!
Happy Monday y'all!