Dot your i's and Cross Your Tees

I love being comfortable. I'm sure everyone does. What is the first thing you do when you come home from work? Kick off your heels, throw on sweats and an old t-shirt. We all have one, a favorite t-shirt. The kids have t-shirts that they wore on last years soccer field and from 2 years ago on the midget football team. I have t-shirts from every vacation I've ever been on, from yard sales and Goodwill. My hubby wears an old football shirt that he got from a college friend and it's gotten pretty thin, but I wouldn't dare throw it out. We have personalized t-shirts that we got at the beach and silk screen tees from the local pizza shop. My teenage girls used to have fights over t-shirts that someone else had on, and now many of those t-shirts are laying in dresser drawers long after the kids have moved on.
T-shirts are territorial. They voice our opinion, tell you where we've been and where we're going. They are personal and public and sometimes say in one word what's going on in our heads. They shout out loud what team we like and whisper to you that we love kittens. T-shirts are crass and vulgar, chauvinistic and rude. And, as I clear my throat in a assuming way, I can honestly say that t-shirts are just like people. Along with all the descriptive terms, t-shirts come on all sizes and colors, for girls and guys, kids and babies, old men and old women and for every religion, ethnic group or occupation. We wear our t-shirts to bed, to the big game and to school. We wear them around the house, out in the yard and at the neighbors house. We have a love affair with our old tees...

So put your feelings on the front of your shirt and wear it proudly!

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