One man's post-relationship baggage is another man's treasure...

So, I was at J's house a few weeks ago, and I was cold. Upon request, he offered me an old gray Marc Jacobs pullover. Said he had just gotten it back from his ex, and that it had been gifted originally by his ex before her. At the time I was freezing, and didn't give a scheisse what the garment's history was. But now...well, it just seems unsanitary. Not in the conventional sense, I'm not freaked by germs, it's more emotionally contaminated. Two exes, both crazy by J's account, kept this sweater as a token of their feelings for J. And now I have it? And there was something in the way he just tossed it at me and laughed off the previous owners...

Having said that, I LOVE THAT SWEATER! The only reason I'm not wearing it now is because it has toothpaste foam down the front. Otherwise, and haven't been able to peel myself out of it for the last few weeks, I am going to update it...make it my own. Here is a thought I am throwing around.