Men’s Tee Shirts

I couldn’t think what to write about this morning, then I was struck with two ideas.  So today I will begin with men’s tee shirts and delve into the other tomorrow.

I go to my e-mail this morning where there is a section for ‘news’ and there...was...a row… 

of beautiful, young, not too overly muscular men…albeit they are headless, and their lower bodies are missing , but still pretty good eye candy (picture me drooling).  The headline reads that someone has been testing tee shirts to see which is best.  Who cares?  I’m still studying those chests.  Made my day ladies, made my day.

Remember when guys like James Dean used to put their packs of cigarettes in the shirt sleeve and then roll the sleeve up; OMG, what that the sexiest thing ever?  Drool, drool, drool.

Anyway, I got to thinking about men’s tee shirts.  I like them, I buy them (Extra Large, crew neck), I wear them.  Great for the summer, they are a cool, breezy fabric, and I don’t care if I wipe dirty fingers on them, ‘cause they are definitely easy care.  Plus, when I’m done with them, they make excellent rags.

Oh, dear, I’m starting to giggle.  Yep…here it comes…I’m giggling.

One spring I thought I would try the sleeveless kind, with the scoop neck.  I wait until my favorite store has them on sale.  I buy not one, but two packages (three to a pack).  It’s going to be a good, cool summer.  All I have to do is wait for the first warm day.

It eventually arrives.  I dash to my chest of drawers and pull out a tee shirt and put it on.

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I look in the mirror.

What a sight….the scoop neck and bottoms of the arm holes go half way to my navel.  And it is so baggy I could have hidden an elephant in there.  Seriously, I would have needed a HUGE chest, and several more inches of height to make this shirt work.  You’ve seen pictures of little boys in their daddy’s hat, suit jacket and shoes…that was me in this shirt.

I check the label...they are extra, extra large.  Oh, dear.

What was I going to do with these things?  I couldn’t give them to hubby, because he didn’t wear that kind…and he didn’t know I had bought them in the first place.  Plus, I was too embarrassed to return them, so I snuck the shirt back into my chest of drawers, with the rest of them, hoping the tee shirt fairy would make all of them disappear.  She didn’t.

They stayed hidden for a few years in the bottom of a drawer where I came across them in one of my ‘tidy things up frenzies’.   I sigh; obviously there was only one thing to do.  They went straight from ‘in the package new’….to a pile of rags the likes of which would have been the envy of every lady in the neighborhood (had they known).