But not all clothes from former lovers are so full of frisson or meaning. Some are items that felt too comfortable to get rid of. Take my Kid Rock T-shirt, the relic of a messy teenage relationship that quickly soured. It first slipped into my ownership circa 2003, in the heady summer after A-levels. I would borrow it to wear after a night out, high on strawberry daiquiris and the knowledge that I would never again be questioned on 19th-century history. I have never knowingly listened to a Kid Rock song. And, until today, had no idea about his politics, which seem to veer to the right of Donald Trump’s. Although now that I do (the absolute horror!) I don’t think I will ever be able to wear said T-shirt again. For this week’s newsletter, we asked Guardian writers to give us a sniff of the clothes they kept from an ex. Unsurprisingly, most are off the record … “I wanted a reminder – and I was bitter” I was young and immature and his clothes were a constant point of contention between us. He left his Champion jumper, the only nice item of clothing he really wore, at my house, and I deliberately never gave it back because I wanted a reminder of him. But also because I was bitter and I wanted to deprive him of his one cool look. And I couldn’t bear the idea of him pulling in it. – Anonymous “Did someone else steal my stolen jumper from me?” At uni, she stole my heart; at the end of uni, I stole her jumper. It was worn-through at the elbows and frayed at the cuffs, but I loved its raggediness. Mostly I loved that it was something of her to hang on to and wrap up in after we had unravelled. I wore it for years, but I can’t find it now. Did it finally disintegrate? Devoured by moths perhaps? Or, better, did someone else steal it from me? – Sam Wollaston |