Wednesday, Aug. 10, 2005
On the surface my mission seemed so simple.
While the days are still hot here, the nights are cool now and I wanted to find a simple, long sleeved tee shirt. I think I will have better luck finding a unicorn.
I had three criteria:
I cannot begin to tell you the horrors I faced in local stores.
The first tee shirt I saw was covered with the words "Naughty Girl".
I tried envisioning my 54-year-old self with the words "Naughty Girl" swirling over my torso.
Did you know that people look very nervous when they see a 54-year-old woman in a department store cackling for no apparent reason? Oh yes, they do.
The next tee shirt on the rack had an image of a monkey with its paw thrust out, said paw wearing an enormous ring topped with sequins. Under the monkey the immortal words "Bling Bling" were written.
Do I fit into the demographic that would wear a bling bling sporting monkey on her chestal region?
No, no I do not.
A few of the other designs I saw, because, seriously, some horrors must be shared:
Despite several hours of meticulous hunting and gathering, I must report that there was not a single, plain long sleeved cotton poly tee shirt to be found anywhere locally.
What is it with clothes? Why can't I find something simple, understated and well made in a colour that doesn't want to make me wash my eyes out with soap?
I refuse to give up. Somewhere out there is a plain, long sleeved cotton poly tee shirt completely free of images, words or logos. I just know it.
It's probably in a store where unicorns shop.
P.S.—What he said.
Goal for 2005: 1,250 miles - 2000 kilometers
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