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So, our British Auntie Rebecca was visiting.
She’s in her late sixties and hails from a remote part of the UK.
She’s been one of my favorite houseguests ever; pottering around, making origami for the kids, doing all the dishes, brushing Ash’s hair and tutting him, being very awesome and Mary Poppins-y.
She came armed with this navy button-up sweater all riddled with holes in the arms and everywhere that she wore pretty much every day.
She called it her “Cardy”, short for Cardigan, which is a British way of saying sweater.
So anyway, Rebecca finally left for the airport to head back to Old Blighty, and a few hours after she departed, I found the Cardigan left behind on a chair-back in our kitchen.
Oh my god! HER BELOVED CARDY. Did she leave it on purpose? As an act of permanence? Territory? Love? (If so, I was happy).
So we who were left in America all took turns putting it on and taking dumb photos and then we sent her a little photoset of us all in the kitchen with Cardy.
That was when Brendon got the idea.
The idea was that we should find her a really nice replacement sweater, and mail it to her in the UK, and then she would have a new beloved Cardy, and we would keep the old hole-riddled one here, in a box, for when she visits next year, and we could name the old sweater Cardy A, so that the new one would be dubbed…
Yes.
Cardy B.
Thank you good night
(blame Brendon) | Posted on 03/Jan/2025 21:15:24
