My husband and I hosted a number of foreign exchange students. Some were fun, some were a challenge and some left an imprint on our hearts. One of our boys was from Venezuela, but was of Italian decent. A GREAT kid. The most patient teenager I have ever met. He loved to go shopping ironically. Sadly, I would take him along with me and get caught up in things I wanted to look at and stay far longer than I had promised. I would apologize and he would always say, "No problem." Incredible. When he returned home, he left behind the sweat shirt pictured below. It had shrunk and so he could no longer wear it. It became mine. I would wear it on cold mornings when I just wanted something to easily pullover my pajamas. It had spots on the front of it and it was time to let it go...or so I thought. As I looked at it, I thought that maybe I could reinvent it.