Last Sunday I met up with my mum for lunch, so I thought I’d wear this cardigan, which used to belong to her when she was only 25. 25! This cardigan is older than me, and it’s still in amazing condition - the badge embroidery hasn’t even frayed yet. She recognised it immediately when she saw me, and she was so surprised to see that it’s still alive and not lost or in tatters. She told me where she bought it from, and of how she haggled with the shop assistant (“I’ll buy two - but gimme a big discount!”). She then asked me if I have the navy one too, but sadly I do not. I haven’t seen that navy one since I was about 10.
She was happy to see me wearing it that Sunday, and coincidentally at almost the same age as when she first bought it. And you know what? The fact that this belonged to her, and that I know what the history is, makes this piece of clothing the most precious garment I ever own.