I had thrown this old sweatshirt on over my sweater when I left in the morning because it was so cold, and took it off when I got to the office. After lunch I got cold and decided that if there was no one there to see me it was okay to wear it. That sweatshirt is 11 years old, and I love it. both sleeves are completely frayed on the edges and there's paint on it from various apartments. I might keep it until I die.