confession time

Well.

I cried so much writing that post,

(although watching the video makes me smile every time, so long as I watch to the last second to watch Shawn's mouth curl)

and was so sad throughout the day,

that come evening, I could stand it no longer.

I dug through the trash 

and rescued the shirt.

(it's in the washing machine as I type)

I know it's silly.

But ya'll.

I don't think I painted an accurate picture about the value of that particular shirt.

When I said it became a favorite, and that even I wore it (often),

what I mean, is,

for roughly a decade,

that shirt was being worn

for at least 50 percent of our waking lives.

(And that's a really low, and therefore inaccurate percentage guesstimate.)

Which means,

a lot of family history happened while that shirt was worn.

I've ordered what I think is an appropriately soft coordinating fabric.

When it arrives, I will drop everything,

and attempt to fashion something beautiful from the the remnants.

I was going to wait to post this until I'd made something,

but I felt like I was lying to everyone,

and making people unnecessarily sad.

(or maybe that was just me? ;-)