If you were to come into my home on any given day you would see me running around in one of my many stained t-shirts.
Oh, I do have nice tops. I am capable of looking better than the dishrag. But I save my unstained clothing to put on less than twenty minutes before I leave the house. I've got this disorder that will not allow me to eat without food jumping off my spoon or fork and landing on my shirt (at best--at worst my pants are targeted too.)
Iced tea or a soda? Dribbles down my chin. Amazing that I taught my children to eat or drink, but the truth is they are far less messy than I am. But when one of them or my husband does get a spot on their shirts they claim they performed a "Mommy." Nice, huh?
I'd buy polka dotted shirts, but they are even less slimming than horizontal stripes. Tie dye is always an option...Sigh
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