What: A favorite yoga top.
Origin: Desire to keep movement in my chestal area down to a dull roar while saluting the sun.
How long kept: Probably 9 years? Maybe 8.
Why kept: It's cute. Nostalgia. Sticky. It's Perfectly Good, only it's not. See confession.
Usage: Frequently, until fairly recently. (I don't maintain a vast yoga wardrobe.)
Destination: Textile recycling.
Confession: The upside, so to speak, of a good yoga top: its inner shelf bra. (There's a joke in here somewhere using the word "rack" -- shelf, rack, get it? -- but I just can't do it...at least not while maintaining my feminist self image. I have to draw the line somewhere.)
But I digress. The shelf bra had lost all elasticity; there was a near accident the last time I tried handstand in this top -- thankfully layered under a longsleeved, if dangerously v-neck, t-shirt.
(Thing is, the outer shell may be Kevlar, it's that bullet-proof. No pilling, no stretching! Looks as good as new. Part of what made it so hard to say goodbye...)
Friday, November 12, 2010
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