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.
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.
In 1998, I worked for an advertising/public relations agency and we were planning our summer picnic. One of the graphic designers was creating ideas for the T-shirt and came up with the above masterpiece. It’s of a brat and it lists its unappetizing ingredients, from center left – clockwise: bugs, lips, rectums, nipples, Skoal, toenails, intestines, tendons. Yummy! On the back of the tee it says “enjoy your meal.”
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.