While I was thinking about things that I treasure for February's photo project, I realized there are a lot of objects that are special to me. Stuff that's more than just stuff because of nostalgia, uniqueness or just because it makes me smile.
This Rolling Stones 1978 tour t-shirt is my dad's. I consider it proof of his excellent taste and the fact that he was a rock star in his own mind. I can't fully describe the perfect softness of this shirt. They just don't make 'em like they used to. That's me as a kid, baffled by its softness. It was my favorite shirt to sleep in growing up, and at some point, it became mine for keeps. It came with me to college, and it's tucked away in a drawer right now. I do fear that a hole will form in that delicate, worn-in cotton one day, and its slow death will begin, so I don't wear it too often, only when I need to feel like a rock star ... in a cardigan.