Digging through some old photos yesterday while searching for sporty shots of me from my youth (I found zero, for the record) I came across some old photos of Dan and specifically, this one:
This was my husband in high school, pictured with his dad, Dan Sr., and their weimeraner puppy, Mooksie 2. (Mooksie 1 met an untimely end, as it seems did many of the pets in Dan's life.) In fact, I'm not even sure how long Mooksie 2 was around, but I digress…
What struck me about this photo was not the adorable puppy, or the crazy man-stache on Dan's dad, or even the fresh, adorable youth of my high school hubby, but the sweater—the vintage sweater.
Dan scored that sweater from his moustache-sportin' father. And because Dan never throws anything away, his daughter has the tendency to do the exact same thing: score old sweaters from his collection.
I found this shot from a few years back, the last time I documented Aidan in this particular sweater, though she's worn it many times just this year.
Interestingly enough, Aidan walked into my office yesterday, glanced at that photo of Dan and told me that her first thought was, "What photo of me is that?"
And this concludes our story of clothing that spans generations, daughters that resemble fathers, and the fact that they just don't make 'em like they used to.
