A Tribute to the Swellest of Sweaters

Today I pulled a long-lost friend out of my closet - a sweater that I bought when I was a junior in high school. This year, my sweater is celebrating its tenth birthday. I've gone through a lot of sweaters over the years, but this is one that I just haven't been able to part with.  (I'm wearing it today so that I can rationalize keeping it yet another year).  Call it nostalgia, call it pride, but I hope to hold on to this sweater for many more years to come.  I remember buying it with my own money at the West Town Mall Abercrombie (before Abercrombie was associated with nude models).  I remember loaning it to friends because they too thought it was a cool sweater.  I remember wearing it to class at Lipscomb.  I have a distinct memory of my friend Laura wearing it at Winterfest.  It still carries the faint scent of Country Apple body splash from Bath & Body Works.  Sadly, I don't get to wear many sweaters in Montgomery, AL.  Our winters are very short here.  But on this day, I will wear my sweater and smile at the memories.