Listmaker Alert: T-Shirts

A week or so ago, I took a shirt inventory. Just gathered up every top of mine that I could lay my hands on and transferred their essences to the computer by way of typing a brief description, e.g.,"Blue, KickBoy, Rugged". I carefully categorised and gave each shirt it's purpose - only to be worn for formal dinners, or as a paint shirt, etc. And finally, I managed to part with some old shirts that really needed to be parted with.

First was my high school sports top. I'd imagined I would wear it every now and then as a pyjama top, but hadn't counted on the suffocating nature of the beast. None too comfortable.

Next was the old greying hand-me-down Santa-Claus-And-Elvis humorous cartoon joke shirt. Once in a while was a too short a while.



Third was the shirt the choir mutilated in order to get the audience for the song-and-dance section to take pity on us, because we weren't going to win any other way. I was going to wear it for 'bad shirt night' once, but decided that some things are just too horrendous to qualify.



Lastly (because I couldn't bear to see it go) was my holy old purple surfie-hippie t-shirt. It completed my daggy ensemble (long scruffy hair, scruffy beard, paint-stained jeans and blue flip-flops).



So farewell to dear old constricting school nostalgia, my disintegrating hippie costume, Old Corney Claus and The Abomination.