The End of The Knight

Today I have the pleasure of introducing a guest post from Larry, yesterday my guest post appeared on his blog, so today it is his turn to appear on mine. I have been following his blog for a while now and I’m a big fan. Check out his blog on Me, Myself and Kids.

Larry, or Me Myself and Kids as he is known in the blogging world, has been blogging for a year and a half. He bills his blog as an ongoing record of his life as a public high school English teacher and freelance writer raising two boys with his wife in suburban New Jersey. However, he’ll write about anything and tries to be funny doing it. He is only occasionally successful. He recently created a website,, that he is hard at work on.

I am sitting here in my favorite thermal shirt. I remember when it used to be white. Now it’s bathwater grey. I remember when the stitching was firm and taught. Now, it’s stretched and loose. I remember when it was perfectly new. Now, it has a gaping hole.

Why do I keep, let alone wear this garment you may be wondering? I love it! It is the softest shirt I have ever worn. Imagine owning a shirt that seems to be made of cotton balls. Think about how awesome that would feel against your body. I admit that sometimes I actually rub the sleeves to bask in the softness.
I know that’s weird. But I don’t care!

And I bet you know just what I mean. Don’t tell me it’s a guy thing. Be honest. Somewhere in your closet, there is a favored article of clothing. Maybe, you love the article of clothing because of the way it feels, or the way it fits, or the memories you associate with it. You have kept this article of clothing way past its prime and decided you don’t care if it’s no longer in style. You pass over it out of nostalgia when you are weeding out clothes from your closet.
I have mentioned on a number of occasions that I am the retiring to Florida type. So, my dislike of the cold is well known at this point. I know many of you are similarly disenchanted with winter. Well, my once white thermal shirt with its soft fabric blanketing me allows me to walk on in my battle against the Winter lows. It’s as if we are a team, and I am better when I am wearing my shirt.

I’d like to think of my once white thermal as the White Knight. Hey, if Seinfeld could have Golden Boy – then I can have White Knight.

Okay, I may have gone a bit overboard there, but I love that darn shirt. Sigh.
They say that the clothes make the man. I am not 100% sure what that means. However, I do know that my once white thermal shirt made me feel warm and comfortable. Once the winter ends, and the White Knight rides off forever, I am going to miss it.

7 thoughts on “The End of The Knight

  1. Have you ever read the children’s book, “Something Out of Nothing?” It’s one of my favorites. And just like the little boy’s coat in that story, your White Knight will live on forever in this story. Lovely. And yes, I have two favorite shirts (wearing one right now!) that sound like your White Knight. If they get us through the winter, they’ve done their jobs! 😉

  2. “Imagine owning a shirt that seems to be made of cotton balls” – love that phrase 🙂 Captures that special softness and level of comfort just perfectly….

  3. Nice post! Well done MMK! I have a shirt like that, an old tie-dye one that was relegated to painting and sleeping only, the collar is gone, it has holes and is almost wore so thin that it’s see-thru in places. But, I can’t get rid of it!

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