Dear Velvet striped cashmere cardigan,
I will always love you. I fear what transatlantic flights and buildings with overenthusiastic central air will feel like without you wrapped snugly around me. The hair on my arms will stand straight up (not flattering, but too true to lie about) and my goosebumps will rival Everest. How could this happen, what with all of the tender loving care that I afforded you? I never let the rain get the chance to harm you, and I always folded you with care. And yet, there is still a vicious and slowly widening tear on the elbow. I will try to salvage you, armed with some white thread and perhaps a big glass of Chianti. But it probably won't work so I must emotionally and mentally prepare myself. We spent many beautiful days together - some layered over one of my James Perse tees, others bolstering the warmth of a green suede Philosophy di Alberta Ferretti jacket, and never once buttoned (I would never do that to you, buttercup). Your cream and seaweed-blue-green-the-best-color-ever stripes matched nearly everything I wore with you, and you made my wrists look delicate. You were light, you were warm, and you were cute. With the addition of glasses, you allowed me to venture into "sexy (but smart!) librarian" territory. We were invincible together! Was it my umbrella that did this to you when you were both tucked safely (or so I thought) in my purse? Was it me? I'm so distraught...
...what? There's a 50% off sale at Lutz & Patmos? New colors? V-neck, mother-of-pearl button, long-sleeved sweaters? RIP old Velvet cardigan love you forever goodbye!