I love “box-y” shirts. The kind that don’t have no fittin’ feminine shape to ’em, but are in a big boxy square shape to wear. Doubles as a parachute, I figure.
Basically, they be excellent as Ultra-Comfy Top Wear. Feels like I’m wearin’ jammies all day.
One day in LA, I had found me a gray-colored T-shirt in my favorite box-y shape. And as an additional bonus, it even had bright pink-colored wording on the front of it. Says sumthin’ like, “Think About” on the front of it, I believe it says. (I’d go pull it outta my closet and verify it, but I ain’t got no energy to get up, ya see). Bein’ a lover of the color pink, this is one of my Go To Outfits for the past several years.
So I was surprised when the sis had made a comment to me about this long time-worn shirt one day.
the sis: “What made you buy that shirt?”
me: “Huh? This shirt? Why?”
the sis: “Geez… That shirt looks so…eighties.”
I looked down at it. Just one paint stain on the side of it. But the rest of it is ship-shape, lookin’ almost like I had bought it just yesterday.
me: “I got it cuz it’s pink.”
the sis: “The style shows your age, you know. Looks like you should be wearing a sweat band on your forehead too.”
me: “Humph. I don’t care. I love this shirt. Stop dissin’ my shirt, yo.”
the sis: “Whatever Wham.”