For those of you following along with David's obsession with his orange gardening sweater, the mystery deepens. (If you have no idea what I'm talking about, read my last two posts)
I awoke this morning to an email from my father-in-law in Australia who sent me this picture of David' mum bushwacking with her father in the Royal National Park in Sydney in 1964.
That's right. David's mum was wearing a similar orange sweater before David was even born! Obviously, his obsession is genetic.
This also begs the question, how did my father-in-law even remember this sweater from 1964? Was it so burned into his brain that he knew if he went back to pictures from the 60's he'd find my mother-in-law's orange sweater? Is the orange sweater so memorable it can survive decades of lost thoughts and memories?
Any fantasies I had about secretly getting rid of David's orange sweater are gone. It has special powers now, a lineage, a history. It will, I'm sure, outlive me.