This morning I bought a new shirt at the dollar store so I’d have another short sleeved shirt to wear to work, since it’s winter and I will have absolutely no need for a jacket for the next ten days at least. Plus, it gets warm doing all that engraving at the speed of light, y’all.
I didn’t expect this severe of an outcome.
The first few hours I was at work, I watched my hands in amazement and wonder, trying my damnedest to figure out what on earth was rubbing off on me that had never done that before.
Oh. It’s my new shirt. Screw it, nothing I can do until I get home.
I got home and took a shower and scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed. And I’m still a little grey.
But isn’t that a beautiful thing? My life is chock full of these gloriously rich tidbits of real life, and so is everyone else’s. That blows my mind.The hundreds and thousands of strangers that I see every day are living the same vida loca that all of us are.
Anyway, wash new clothes before you wear them, especially when they only cost a few bucks.
Today I wore a new shirt I picked up at Target on clearance a couple weeks ago. It has shoulder cutouts that perfectly frame my new mola mola tattoo. ❤️🐠❤️
With about forty-five minutes left at work, I reached to scratch my back, and guess what! The seam down the middle of the back of my top was not doing its job. Not at all, except for a couple inches at the top and bottom.
I have no idea how long my back was all hanging out. Not a clue. I must have caught my shirt on something, but I don’t remember feeling any pulling or hearing any tearing.
What else could I do? I went with it and just kept pretending that’s how it was supposed to look.
I’m not sure if shoulder cutouts are allowed in the dress code, but I’m reasonably certain that open backs are not. Guess I’ll sew it up and try again. 💁🏼