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Friday, September 04, 2009

Someone's sweater

There is something about putting on someone's sweater that make you smile. It makes you giddy, like you know a secret that no one else knows about. And, it makes you smile.

When I'm offered one, I take it, throw it on and look in the mirror. It fits. It's like it was made for me.

The smell is one of a freshly-washed load of laundry. But, there's also a tinge of the scent of skin; the scent that is personal and individual, almost like a custom cologne.

And when I take it off, I hope a little bit of my scent permeates the fibres. Just as a subtle reminder of when I was wearing someone's sweater.


Blogger Kevin said...

I know exactly what you mean. I'd be lying if I said I didn't steal moments sniffing on the clothing of various lust interests.

Here, this is what your post reminds me of:
Meryn Cadell (A Torontonian you're probably too young to remember) and "The Sweater."


September 04, 2009 1:23 am  
Blogger about a boy said...

i like a good sweater. and love it when a scent lingers in its warp and weave. and memories come flooding back upon inhalation.

i like hoodies too.

September 04, 2009 9:56 am  

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