This small painting is an ode to a pink wool suit that I once owned. I loved the suit and always felt wonderful when wearing it. One day, in the midst of a fun creative activity, blue paint splattered on the sleeve. No amount of cleaning was to remove the paint from the nubby weave of the wool, and I was unable to wear it again. I hung it in my closet, and smiled whenever I came across it, in search for something to wear. It remained in the closet for several years. During a big move it was necessary to purge the closet of whatever wasn't necessary, and alas, the jacket needed to go. The memory lives on in this little painting hanging in my studio.