"No you don't," he said.
"Really? You wouldn't care if I went to the store in this?" I spread my hands to show off the splattered shirt hanging nearly to my ankles.
"I don't care," he insisted. "Let's go."
So I went. In the first aisle, my son looked at me sideways and said, "You look funny."
"You're the one who didn't want me to change," I said, plucking a bag of raisin bran off the shelf and tossing it in the basket with a flourish. I figured if anybody at the grocery store cared to stare, I'd give them something to talk about.
What have you seen in the unusual clothing department lately?
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Arvin and I had recently married. For a bridal shower gift, a friend had given me a funny oversized t-shirt. It had a big cow on it and it said, "Wanted Stud". Then it listed several cow related requirements. I was wearing it the day we tore the top of our house off to expand for our large family. We had a group of volunteers helping us and we needed more soda, so I hurried to the store to get more. I was rushing so I could get back to the house to help with the demolition. Just as I turned into the pop isle I nearly bumped into a tall man. I looked up to apoligize and realized it was man I had dated just before I started dating Arvin. He had wanted to marry me and had promised me a life of ease. My face turned red as I acknowleged him (and silently how I looked). I was covered in 95year old attic dust, insolation, painted sweat pants and that cow shirt! He smiled brightly and loving reached to touch my hair. He pulled out a big splinter of wood and said, "I can see marriage has been good to you!"
Oh, Nancy, that is a super funny story with a sweet twist at the end! Thanks for taking the time to share it!
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Randi sez - I had to laugh when I read this! My husband attempted painting our house last year and wore all his good shirts while doing so. Now he goes ev-er-y-where in his paint-splotched shirts. He's inherently a fashion criminal so when he wears something that's less than stylish, but has no paint splotches, I always tell myself, "At least it's better than his paint shirts." I'm sure the dress looked lovely on you, Shirley. With your long legs you could wear just about anything and look stunning.
Randi, thanks for sharing that story! I love your description of a "fashion criminal!" You have amazing descriptive ability!
Love it!
Yeah, we could start a national "Wear Your Paint Shirt to Shop" day!
Hmm, somehow that looks more like a paint-splotched hospital gown than a T-shirt. Is there something wrong with my brain? :0)
Well, you see, it used to be a nightshirt many moons ago!
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