I counted them up and I could wear a different T shirt every day of the month. They just seem to multiply like rabbits. And because you tend to get them at special occasions, it's hard to part with them. They're like pieces of wearable memory...then they're wearable memories with holes in them...then wearable memories that your spouse says you better get rid of because the drawer is overflowing. Then they migrate for a short reprieve to the rag box. Then out the door.
T Shirts have made us all walking sign boards. We advertise, promote, proclaim and comment through our clothing. The fabric itself is sometimes designed to make a statement (sweat shop free, natural fiber, washed in mud). I once played in the baptist softball league that banned beer ads on shirts...I guess bad theology on shirts was deemed acceptable. What do your clothes say?
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