Fetish Of The Hour
I just found my brown plaid Chuck Taylor high tops hidden under a pile on my bedroom floor, and I have all but hot glued them to my feet for two days. This will be day three.
On occasion, I become unreasonably attached to a particular article of clothing and derive great comfort from it. The feeling comes and then goes like puppy love in elementary school, but while it's here, having the item near feels like embracing good home cooking. It reminds me of my attachment to my blanky when I was little, only with less thumb-sucking.
Does this happen for you? Is it items of clothing that you become attached to, or are there other things that charm you for periods of time?