Farewell to Old Friends

originally posted December 19/2006 on "Allison Wonderland"

Today I bid a fond farewell to an old friend. A friend who has been with me for longer than any of the friends I have today; a friend who has been with me through the end of high school, the beginning of University, the diagnosis of my Depression and leaving school. A friend who came with me to my marriage, and who was there during most of my pregnancy (and returned soon after my baby's birth). A friend who has been with me through many, many nights...

Yes, last night I found a big hole in the arse of my faithful Winnie the Pooh pajamas. Don't laugh. I got those jammies on Christmas Eve my last year in high school. They're the kind that looks like men's PJ's, with pants and a button-up shirt, with the inexplicable collar, cuffs and chest pocket. They used to glow in the dark, but almost 7 years of washing and wearing have left only a few stars with a weak glow.

Why are old clothes so darn comfortable? I'm going to miss those jammies... and now I face the prospect of breaking in new ones. I asked for new pajamas for Christmas, anticipating the day when I'd finally have to let go of the old ones. New stuff is nice, but like any new friend, it takes a while to get to know them. *sigh*...

But we must move on, mustn't we? And I have to say that I'm quite excited about the future. In fact, I found an awesome pair of pajama pants at work a few weeks ago- brand new, from la Senza. They're white with huge navy blue Hawiian-style flowers all over them, and an orange racing stripe up the side. Don't ask me what the hell the designers were thinking with that combination, but the result is, in my opinion, the height of awesomeness. As an added bonus, AJ HATES them, which is pretty funny.

Yes, it's hard to say goodbye to old friends, but the future looks bright...

And as an added bonus, my old pajamas are going to make some pretty cool dust rags!