January 26, 2005
I've got a few old shirts that I cannot bear to part with until they finally just disintegrate and fall off of me some day. They are ugly, they are frayed, they are faded, they have holes in them and I probably look like Fido's ass when I wear them--- but they are some of my FAVORITE shirts.
Confess. Unless you're one of those yuppiefied metrosexual types who spends more time and money on grooming yourself to the max of your luscious beauty every day than most people spend on sending a kid to college, YOU have a couple of those shirts, too. Don't they just FEEL GOOD when you put them on? Mine do.
I always liked the song "This Shirt" by Mary Chapin Carpenter. She got it right--- that ain't just a shirt. It a whole bunch of memories, too. I've never felt the same kind of attachment to holey underwear, worn-out socks, ragged blue jeans or even logo caps, but I feel it for a few old shirts.
I have three dark grey, plain t-shirts. Just plain shirts. They're old and one has some pinkish spots from bleach on the left shoulder. I love 'em.
I also have a ratty ass pair of blue-jean shorts that I like to wear, but not too often... too many more washings, and they're goners.
I just heard that song on Monday night.
I have a jeans jacket that was my father's. It's too big, too ratty, but I wear it anyway. Just because.
Back when I was a teenager, 1960-1965, I had a couple of nice Gant shirts, that's the shirts that everyone was wearing back in those days. Those shirts had very long shirt tails, cause it was cool to wear them outside of your pants. Well, I had this light blue one, that was two sizes too large for me and I love to wear it all the time. I got a car at 15 years of age and started dating and fucking young girls in my 56 Chevy, the tail of the shirt was always out and between me and the girl, it always got all kinds of spots on the front of the shirt tail. The more dates I had the more stains the shirt got, mama asked me a hundred times, what is all this shit on the front of your nice blue shirt? Don't know mama, then I laughed my ass off and stained it again that same night. That was my favorite shirt, Cat.
Sweatshirts. My favorite has to be 15 yrs old.
It's got frayed cuffs, frayed neckband, frayed bottom band but it's so soft and so comfy when I need comfort.
It also has the whole POOH gang embroidered on it and that embroidery will still be there when the rest of the shirt has frayed to the point where it can no longer cover anything.
I have all kinds of T-shirts from college I still wear from time to time. A couple are about thin enough to blow apart in a good wind, but I keep trying to patch them up. I like what I remember when I wear them.
I'll have to find that song.
Husband got tired of the ripped and ratty tee. Trashed it...
(It was time, though, I must admit.)
I once had this old grey pocket T-shirt. it was getting thread bare. I was helping a buddy build a log cabin, It was about 95 degrees and I was getting hot swinging the sledge hammer driving the spikes. I went to take it off and it started to tear apart , so I just tore the shirt off of me in tatters like a pro wrestler. My friends daughters got a kick out it because it reminded them of Hulk Hogan and his tear away shirts.
My son got an army t-shirt when he was 8. Played football from 13 on - wore that darned t-shirt every game including 3 years on varsity football playing offense and defense - first string - front line. It was half way up his belly - but he still wore it. It is in shreds and we will NEVER throw it away.
This morning I got up and was trying to decide what shirt to wear. I found my favorite shirt had been ironed by my sweet wife. It's a Gant I bought a the thrift store. When I saw it and that it was in nearly new shape, I couldn't imagine the kind of persont that would have tossed it. Maybe they we trying to forget. Anyway when I looked at it, I decided to try to find where I could buy the old standard and found your blog. Not an old hippie, just old. I used to wear adler socks gant shirts, pendelton shirts and florshiem wingtips until I went into the Navy in 1968.