Recently, one of my favorite shirts had to go.  I wasn’t ready for its demise.  Dark blue, nice and roomy…with a fun and lighthearted image on the front.

You know the one?  It’s got the women dancing on the front…each one a different color?

Yep. That’s the one.

It was the shirt that I wore when I felt really sick.  I used to think “I feel like shit but at least I have dancing women on my chest and they are having a good time!”  This image would bring me great comfort. 

It was the shirt I wore to garden, to play with the bunnies and to chat with the birds.

It was the shirt I wore when my fella and I fought about money, and when we found peace about money.

It was the shirt I wore when my son shared his secrets while hiking in the mountains.

It was the shirt I wore when my other son had a heart break and I used it to dry his tears.

This shirt had been with me for years.  Shirts that live that long, see a lot of life.  This shirt had seen a lot of my life.

Then one day I put it on and saw a big hole under the arm.

“No prob” I thought “I will just stitch that right up”

Then some months later I noticed a hole.

“Crap”  I thought “I can’t stitch that up.”

Then the hemming started to unravel.

The shoulder got a new rip.

Then one day, I looked down to see my bra showing through a decent sized hole where the fabric had worn away.  What would have caused that?  It certainly wasn’t the size of my boobs wearin away the fabric!

The truth was…it was the end of the road for this shirt.  It had put in a lot of good years.  It was time for it to retire. So what do I do with it?

Do I throw it away?

No.  Not today.

That  feels to irreverent…even for me!

I could cut it up and use it for a duster.

No!   That is just plain mean.

I could cut out the image and make it into a pillow.

Ya right.  That ain’t gonna happen.

So I washed it for the last time and gently folded it up and put it in my drawer.   And there it will live until I find a new use for it.  And if no use is found…

I am just gonna keep it for awhile.

Feel like sharing a story about one of your favorite pieces of clothing?

Let er rip!  😉

4 Responses to “The life of a shirt~”

  1. Yep, there are shirts like that…

  2. I have a couple long skirts like this too :)

  3. My favorite shirt is one that my mother gave me when I was in high school. I’m now in my early thirties and I still wear it often! I have the same problem that you had: its started getting holes under the arms, the seams are unraveling around the arms… but it hasn’t developed boobie holes yet, so I’m still wearing it 😉

  4. Hey there Shannon! Nice to meet you and thanks for stopping by!!! I guess boob holes determine the death of a shirt 😉

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