Stuff: Goodbye Khakis

 

Goodbye khaki pants that I never loved but wore so many times.

Is there one word that describes this: something you dislike but you keep using again and again and again and again because you don't have something to replace it with yet and you can't justify releasing it because it is still in good condition? 

If there is such a word, then I could write this post in one sentence:

I finally pitched my [insert special word] pants somewhere between Jackson, Mississippi, and Birmingham, Alabama, because their deterioration had finally allowed me to do so without unsettling the bones of my Swiss Mennonite forebears.

Goodbye khaki pants that I never loved but wore so many times.