It has been hanging in my closet for a very long time. I would say something close to 14 years. I bought it, but didn’t try it on and when I got home it did not fit. I was too large. I could not throw it out. It was so pretty. Year after year I would look at it, every now and then I would take it out and try it on. But it never fit. Even when I was working out every day. Then today I put on black pants and a black tshirt, it has been so hot in my classroom that the thought of wearing a sweater made me feel parched, sweaty and limp. That was when I saw it hanging there in my closet. I took it out. I put it on and looked in the mirror. It fit well enough. Ha I thought, I will wear it but I doubt I can button it. I reached out and took the hook and then the button and pulled them towards each other, closer and closer until they connected and…YES! It fits.
It is a Guatemalan vest as we called them in the old days of Grateful Dead shows. A colorful woven back, and an embroidered and woven in the front. When I saw it, it shouted ME! And that was why I bought it. How ironic that I put it on only two days after wearing those brown khaki pants, which are so large on me, I don’t think I will wear them again. Ill fitting. And yet here now two days later this thing I had all but forgotten in my closet, called to me today and when I put it on it fit perfectly.
Clothes do not make a person. But in some strange way, this week, clothes have made me reflect strongly on where I am. And where I have been.