February 17, 2006

• TOO COLD FOR T-SHIRTS

  I put on a couple of layers this morning:  a long-sleeve blue
  mock-turtle cotton tee under my new favorite greige (?oatmeal?) velour
  anorak, both of them from Greyfox’s recent bonanza of mongo out of the
  dumpster at Felony Flats.  When I saw the new weekly_Photo_Challenge (hosted by guccibear, the subject is, “What does your t-shirt say?”
  ) I wasn’t even tempted to slip out of my warm layers to model a t-shirt.

  I just put the shirt on over what I already had on.

  

  This one did NOT come from a dumpster.  Doug picked it out for me
  as a gift.  Each time I have worn it, I half expected to meet
  another blogger, but apparently we’re a rare breed around here. 
  The first time I wore it, Greyfox and I went to the laundromat. 
  He bet me that nobody would know what it meant.  After he had
  asked three people, none of whom had a clue what “blogging” was, I
  conceded that he had won the bet.

  What really shocked me was a little incident at the computer shop when
  I picked up our machine after they’d replaced the motherboard.  As
  I headed out the door with it, I said how great it would be to be able
  to blog again.  A customer standing there turned to the tech I’d
  just paid for repairing my computer and said, “What’s that?”  The
  techie looked puzzled and stammered and turned to me and said, “It’s
  some kind of website, isn’t it?”

  UPDATE:

  benevolentMitch pointed out that this post was uncharacteristically short, so I decided to…

  Naah, I can’t blame it on him.  I had decided to edit this and add
  a few other shirts even before I saw his comment.  I had briefly
  considered doing a multi-shirt layout as soon as I saw the challenge
  topic, but the fact that there would inevitably be cats in the middle
  of anything I tried to do, and the other fact that the topic specified
  “shirt” singular, led me to model just one.

  Then I saw what a few others had done and decided to go for it myself.

  

  Immediately, Cecil fulfilled my expectations, but I rolled him up in
  the Betty Boop shirt and rolled the little bundle aside long enough to
  get a quick shot of the other shirts.

  
  The one in the center, with “Alaska” partially obscured, is a
  twenty-some-year-old classic.  At upper right is a shot of three
  of my grandchildren when they were younger.  It’s Cassie
  in the middle, flanked by her brothers Alex and Jake.   The
  one at center top is the shirt I wear more often than any other, both
  because it’s a perfect fit and has long sleeves, and because I like the
  enigmatic image on it.  The bottom one is absolutely true, and the
  one at left is a very handy thing to have sometimes, almost as good as
  a backstage pass.

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