... 100% cotton, a bit oversized (but not too oversized, that path leads to strangulation) and with a nice picture or pithy comment on them.
My favourites are kept for years and years. For instance my souvenir from the NGA's 1997 exhibition Paris in the 19th Century is about 14 now. Thinning, fading but so very comfortable. I'll be genuinely bereft when it finally dies.
What worries, concerns, me is that ALL my sleeping shirts (but NONE of wearing outside in the public gaze shirts) have holes. Tiny little holes. Mostly in the back, ofttimes at the side, now and again at the front.
It can't be moths, because the sleeping shirts live in the same drawer as the others and, as I said, they don't get holes.
It isn't kitty cat claws, as I'm sure the furry girls don't discriminate between sleeping shirts and non-sleeping shirts. And besides, I think I'd notice while they were being made.
I'm beginning to think that, while in the deepest of slumbers, I sprout spines or quills.
Perhaps I'm a Hedgehog (or a Temrec) trapped in a human body.
Holy shit, there's a T-SHIRT!
Saturday, February 12
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I think you need to order that one to replace some of the aging ones. Very cool.
We have a great deal in common!
;o)
Zoomie, it's being considered, believe me.
Lee, ahh, another t-shirt sleeper, we should start a club or somethign.
But it sounds like the holes are mostly in the back, so the spines are coming out in the back. ... Well, I guess that's consistent with being a hedgy, isn't it? You should set up a night cam, so you can catch the transformation.
have you checked in case Mr BM doesn't have a stiletto? Just asking.....
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