These past few weeks have been feverish in temperature, pace and emotion. I don’t know about you, but I need a cushion from all of this chaos. I need a:
It’s one of my favorite feelings aside from cozy. But can I be honest? It feels taboo admitting that because the very word “comfort” in many ways is viewed as a weakness.
For instance, a comfort zone is something to be avoided. Otherwise you might become too stuck in your ways. While you’re at it, avoid comfort food or your zipper will become stuck, too. While there is some merit to this advice, I believe that comfort is necessary, a hug that gives us the courage to face the day.
This is especially true of what I call my “Feel-Good Dress” (which I wear all the damn time):
I snagged this 100% cotton Old Navy shirt-dress at a consignment sale three years ago for $8 and wish I’d have found ten more. Unfortunately, this must have been the last of its kind because there is none to be found online. Waa!! That’s the down side to one-of-a-kind consignment shopping. From the minute I tried it on, I knew this comfy piece would be something I’d wear until threadbare (i.e. all the damn time). Nothing like soft, thin cotton and pearl snaps to bring a supreme sense of comfort.
A couple months after the purchase, I was packing for a roadtrip to Vegas, a journey I was d r e a d i n g. It may sound silly, but after slipping on my Feel-Good dress, the knots in my stomach subsided enough for me to make it out the door.
Feel-good pieces are like that. They deliver courage in the scary times and a burst of joy in the happy times.
Before the dress came along, my go to comfort source was this blanket:
A few days before my junior year in college, I visited Grandma and asked if she had a quilt I could take to my new apartment. A rummage through the closet produced this cheery cotton blanket, soft as silk from age and use. It was just the comfort I needed that lonely year at college. Old family quilts are like that, yards of fabric that feel like one big hug. Many times have I buried my head in its folds and cried, laughed, slept. Some of my best naps have been on this blanket. (I later learned that Momma used to nap on this very blanket as a little girl.) Not only is the fabric cool in the summer and snugly in the winter, I am comforted by the memory of my Grandma each time I touch it. I’ve stitched and restitched areas but my Hug-Blanket will remain close at hand until it’s nothing but a single thread.
Why am I sharing all of this about a Feel-Good dress and Hug-Blanket?
Perhaps these lines from Guy Clark will help:
I got an ol’ blue shirt
And it suits me just fine
I like the way it feels
So I wear it all the time…
Stuff that works, stuff that holds up
The kind of stuff you don’t hang on the wall
Stuff that’s real, stuff you feel
The kind of stuff you reach for when you fall
Many of us are currently facing uncomfortable seasons of illness, hardship, loss, pain and could use a dose of comfort. There are days when it may seem like you will never be able to move past all the hurt. And though you are grateful for the hugs and phone calls, you still must weather this storm out on your own. Right now it’s just you, the road ahead and the clothes on your back.
And if it’s the right piece of clothing, it can give you just the courage you need.
What piece of clothing do you reach for when you need some comfort?