I went thrifting a couple cities (ha! just work with me here) over to find a purple paisley tie that Evan rejected yesterday.
I found it. And this Marshall tartan.
I also found a couple of t-shirts I can wear to the gym. Here is the best of the two:
Who knows. But I love it.
I also feel extremely blessed to have found the ugliest tshirt in the world.
It's so true.
And before you get too excited, there is a spectacular back too.
I know, I know. I am a very lucky girl.
Now please notice how properly self-reflective the shirt really is.
In all fairness, "Simple" and "Stylish" were the first two words that came to mind when I saw this electric orange beauty which is, according to the inner tag, dry clean recommended.
My roommate and I have some ideas about how this extraordinary creature came to be, but I'd like to hear more possibilities. How do you think this shirt happened? What message is it trying to send us? How did it end up in the Brewer Goodwill?
Oh, and before you get all excited, I'm submitting it to English Fail as soon as I publish this post. :)
Update: They posted it. It's now a documented English Fail. See link above.