This is a photo of the shirt I wore today. I got this shirt from Chestnut Hill Hospital in Philadelphia when either our first son was born in 1982, or when our second son was born in 1985 (those early years of parenthood were a blur…)
Either way, it means that I’ve had the shirt for at least 34 years. And assuming a conservative estimate that I’ve worn it at least once a month over those 34 years, that means I’ve worn it at least 400 times. However, given that it is one of my favorite t-shirts, and one of my most comfortable, a more reasonable estimate is that I’ve worn it two to three times a month.
That works out to 1,000 times I’ve worn the shirt (and 1,000 times that it’s been washed, really).
It’s a wonderful shirt to wear not only because it’s comfortable, but because every time I put it on it brings back wonderful memories of the days when my sons were born.
I guess it’s the same reason people buy concert t-shirts, so that the next time they wear the shirt they can recall the good times they had at the show.
The Chestnut Hill Hospital shirt also brings back memories of our “Lamaze friends“, two couples that we met while preparing for the birth of our first child. We became close friends, even vacationing together multiple times. We still get together for dinner a couple of times per year.
The shirt also epitomizes my attitude towards clothes buying.
My plan when I buy a piece of clothing is that it will last a long, long, long time. For example, a couple of months ago I had to buy a white dress shirt since the collar of my old one finally became an embarrassment, even to me (I think it embarrassed my wife long before). When I went out shopping for a new one, my first thought was, since retirement is only a few years away, that this would be the last white dress shirt I would ever have to buy.
As fate would have it, however, the second time I wore it, a pen exploded in the pocket of the shirt, and I could not get the stain out. So I went back to the same store (Boscov’s) and bought the same shirt. Hopefully, that will be the last one I have to buy.
So a big thank you to Chestnut Hill Hospital for providing us with a high-quality t-shirt (Hanes, the tag is still on), but most importantly for helping to deliver two baby boys who have grown into outstanding young men.
N.B. Our third son, the blogger, was born in 1990 at Bryn Mawr Hospital, and we are grateful to them for the same result…
P.S. The Chestnut Hill Hospital t-shirt isn’t even my oldest one; I’ve got a couple of shirts from my college years in my closet, but those are only worn on rare occasions…