I haven’t really worn it much in the last six years or so. But every once in a while a pull it out of the drawer and think ‘oh yes, my cozy friend’. I assume everyone has a shirt like that. Mine just happens to be a shirt I sleep in. Last night was cold, so I took it out of my drawer. But as I put it on, I realized just how truly loved it had become.
The edges are all raw, there are more holes than I can count. Yes, it still feels great, but if I was ever actually seen in this poor shirt I would definitely be embarrassed.
So today, I am being the grown up I profess to being, and I’m throwing it out.
I have lots of night wear; silky nighties to flannel gowns.
But for some reason, my heart hurts more than a little over that ratty red t-shirt.
… the deed is done, it’s in the trash bin.
Sigh … red shirt.
