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The Ugly Sweatshirt

People often tell me they think I always look cute and put together.  That’s very sweet of them, but let me tell you the truth.  I have an ugly sweatshirt.

At one of our previous houses there was a Lands End style fleece sweatshirt left by someone who had worked on the house before we moved in.  This sweatshirt was a man’s XXL, navy blue, zip up, ugly thing.  I kicked it around for awhile, hoping the rightful owner would return to claim it.  Finally, I gave up on that hope and washed it, since I didn’t want someone’s germs in my house.  I stashed it in the back of a closet and then somehow it moved with us to Pittsburgh and got stowed away again.

The thing about Pittsburgh is that winter is very cold.  And our house is old and drafty… and very, very cold.  I whined for months about how cold I was, all the way until spring.  When the next winter rolled around I didn’t know how I was going to stand the freezing temperatures yet again, until I threw on the ugly sweatshirt and found warmth.

This thing was amazing!  It was so big I could layer multiple sweaters underneath it and still have room for more.  It holds heat in like nobody’s business and it’s almost long enough to be a dress.  It can double as an apron, because there’s no chance of anything getting on the cute clothes underneath.  The only drawback?  It’s ugly.

My husband is inclined to think I’m perfect, but even he said it was ugly.  He questioned why I was always wearing it (implying he wished I wouldn’t).  The sweatshirt goes with everything because it goes with nothing and it truly resembles a wearable tent.

As the cold started to creep around my toes this fall, I vowed to not pull out the ugly sweatshirt.  I thought to myself, “I have cute sweaters, I can just layer them.”  For the last week I’ve been shivering, trying to ignore the voice of the ugly sweatshirt calling to me from my closet.

Today I could resist no longer.  I was cold and something inside me told me I didn’t have to endure shivering all through the day.  Out came the ugly sweatshirt and I was wrapped in warmth.  It’s just as ugly as always… but I’m nice and toasty inside!

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