It may mean anthropomorphizing garments and binkies. It seems to run on the male side of my family.
Two of my three sons were very attached to their baby blankets. I ended up salvaging them by first patching each, and then by cutting down and re-hemming the sturdiest surviving parts. One son, it turns out, really liked the satin binding; he could be diverted with a satin slip.
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I can relate for myself. I don’t fetishize individual garments or cloth objects. Yet, I am very fond of wear-softened cotton or silk shirts. Alas, I have had to admit that I have worn out yet another favorite shirt.
This one is a maroon cotton long sleeved one (almost all my shirts are long-sleeved and cotton). The collar and cuffs are clearly worn, showing white threads. Sigh.
I have also come to a tipping point with three Woodrich animal-print cotton shirts. There was a moose one, hunting dogs, and bears. I have had these for years. wear them equally and they are wearing out simultaneously.
Woodrich has long ago removed these from production. They make a bastardized version, very heavy, very thick chamois cotton. I have a couple of those in good shape; they really are too hot and bulky to ever bring the comfort and joy of the previous versions.
This seems to make many women including my wife somewhat disdainful. Women tend to have more and more diverse clothes from men. Women are thus more comfortable tossing garments that show wear. They are also far less willing than I to darn and otherwise patch a shirt.
Like my sons, I enjoy a soft piece of cloth. More than just nice to touch, it seems that the shirts and I have been through a lot together. That’s where the weird anthropomorphizing comes it. It’s almost animistic. I can’t say that my soft shirt has a soul, but it sure is pleasant to wear.