“By the time of the Great Depression, the T-shirt was often the default garment to be worn when doing farm or ranch chores,”
I’d like to share a simple story. Honestly, I don’t like this shirt, but things happen naturally as I go through with my life. Oftentimes I find myself randomly picking this shirt when I’m in a rush. Out of the comfort it brings I came to notice its significance. With a touch of white blended with pink makes it even simpler knowing that much of history can be found in this apparel we call T-shirt. So many ways it served us yet failing to see the importance of it. As I flip through the photo albums, the photos retell the occasions but seeing the shirt reminded me of the feeling at that very moment. A momentous occasion, that as a mother, I search for essentials over preferences. Although the great depression is part of history now, but the association of it still prevails that my shirt is part of my household chores.
As it twirls around the washing machine, I could not help but find more reasons why this shirt would matter. Gently pouring the powder goes with it optimism to wear it again. Not leaning more of the comfort but looking forward for new memories when I get to wear it. As I stare at it completely dried with the sun‘s rays, I finally knew that the deeper truth is ….
I don’t like this shirt, I LOVE IT.
I love it in many ways as my daughters would wear it when I don’t,
I love it when celebrity Invites arise without dress codes for I get to wear it.
I love it because I feel the comfort of home even when I am away with my friends.
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I love it knowing I was interviewed in GMA when the prints sez “ETC”.
I love it because it never stays long enough in my closet.
I love it because as a mother, this shirt is part of my life.
I love this shirt! Now I want someone else to love it too! I support the Electrolux Wash-athon Clothes Donation Advocacy.”
What's shirt is part of you?