See that Lane Bryant shirt up there in the picture. The too cute aquamarine colored one with the rouching in the middle to separate the, um, well, you know. That was my favorite shirt of the summer. It was lightweight. It would breathe. It hid the belly pooch fit me fabulously. Sunday, however, my favorite shirt came out of the wash with a special present.
This hole (or holes). I have NO idea how it got there. I double checked the items coming out of the washer and nothing could have snagged it. I caught it as I pulled it out of the washer because I never put it in the dryer. Hubs *may have* put it in there once. I thanked him for helping me with the laundry and then read him the riot act casually educated him about delicates and fabrics and such. But, I digress.
Upon further inspection, I found a couple other pin point holes in the back of the shirt. This makes me sad. Yet, kind of reaffirms that summer is pretty much over. It’s time to begin pulling out the lightweight sweaters and jackets and begin putting away the flip-flops and swim suits.
Yet, somehow I’m really sad about my shirt. I loved it. Ah well, I will still have it. Now, it’s a dust rag though. Boo.