I love T-shirts. I always have and I always will. The only thing that I have ever loved enough to make me part with some of my shirts is Arica. When she moved in and I had to clear drawer space the T-shirts actually lost a head to head battle. We found T-shirts from as far back as 1992, and crazily I didn't want to get rid of them. Over the past 5 years I have slowly thrown out of all the shirts left from high school basketball, 3 on 3 tournaments, and trips to the podunk county fair.
Now I have a different kind of T-shirt collection, the vintage T-shirt. If you have been into any clothing store in the past few years you know that these things are popular. I have some old band shirts like The Who and Johnny Cash. I have the Dukes of Hazzard and Mario Brothers. I have others too. If I was made of money I would buy a T-shirt a day until the rapture.
This behavior is nothing new. I have been wearing what I thought were unique T-shirts for 15 years. I like to claim that I was way ahead of my time fashion wise. Arica likes to claim that I was just a bum. She is probably right.
I grumble a lot when we buy clothes for the little man. As a tight wad it bothers me to buy clothes for someone who grows so fast. It would be fine with me if he just wore diapers until he stopped growing. That type of thinking is just another example of why God made mothers.
One time when I am first in line to buy Braden new clothes is when we find new T-shirts. I hope by buying him an inordinate amount of cool T-shirts that I will instill in Braden the same love for this cotton clothing staple that I have.
Braden has rock shirts including The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, and AC/DC. He has at least two Star Wars Shirts. He has Super Man and Batman. He has a nice vintage Oscar the Grouch one too. In fact the only way that I could ever list all his cool retro shirts is to rummage through his drawer. Since I am at work now the drawers are safe from my "rearranging".
So here is today's ironic moment. Right now I am being paid to write about the T-shirts that I hope to buy for my son with the money I am making while writing.