My ugly sweater was butt-ugly even when I first I bought it fifteen or so years ago. My reason for the purchase has long since been forgotten, insanity perhaps, or toddler brain. But I must admit, what the sweater lacks in beauty, it makes up for in longevity.
I tell myself that I am only hanging onto it, so that somebody will spot me wearing it, take pity on me, and nominate me to be on What Not to Wear. If you are planning to do this (and I pray that you are), please hurry. All my other clothes are suddenly in various stages of shreddedness and I don't want to spend money on new clothes if Clinton and Stacy are just going to make me throw them away.
Have you got any shameful clothing secrets hiding in your closet?