The now-infamous banned brat T-shirt.
I’ve been absent the last couple of days as I’m refinishing my dresser (more on that when it’s done). While I’m taking a break in between coats of stain, and recovering a few brain cells after breathing in the fumes, I’ve been sorting through the T-shirts in the dresser drawers.
I have a lot of tees – some are in the dresser drawers because they have a lot of wear, but I have no intention of giving them away, and many, many more are in my closet. Actually half my closet is comprised of T-shirts. No joke.
And I’m not surprised; my favorite thing is a comfy T-shirt and pair of jeans. Simple, effortless and can make an interesting statement, such as I’m too lazy to make an effort to look nicer. Truth be told, I put more time and effort into my cosplays than what I wear in public. But my clothes are clean and odor-free, so what more do you need?
​I can wear a tee to match my mood, to be a smartass, or just to be fun and silly. There’s no rhyme nor reason.
Not too many of the tees have a story behind them, except for one I call the infamous banned brat tee (see photo above). It’s a contraband shirt; I wasn’t supposed to keep it, none of us were.
Most of the employees LOVED the design, but one of the powers that be, a humorless sourpuss, voted it down and she made all employees give them back. Seriously, they had to give the tee back. Stupid, right? Well, I didn’t and I never admitted to keeping it; I assumed they knew I held on to it. I mean, it’s truly one of a kind. I don’t wear it often, because the washing wears off the lettering and it’s wicked frayed around the neckline.
Below are just some of my tees; I hope you enjoy them.
​A friendly word of caution: If you’re offended by swear words, sarcasm or just plain extreme awesomeness, don’t look at them.