The T-Shirt Effect
I try really hard to keep PRC as fashion related as possible, but the fact of the matter is, this is my personal blog, giving me the right to do whatever I want. Sometimes I really want to talk about what’s going on in my life and just gossipy stuff, but unfortunately, I can’t bring myself to ignore my duty to fashion. So, I present you with my life issues in a fashion related analogy. Are you ready? Here I go!
T-shirts are an active, sometimes annoyingly so, part of my life. I’ve worn t-shirts that were too small in an attempt to model myself after belly-baring Cher Horowitz, in my younger years. I’ve worn, and sometimes still do wear the over-sized, Mary-Kate style, bag lady tees. The new t-shirts I buy are usually trendy, sometimes loud, and will most likely bore me in the near future.
So why is it, with all the ineptitudes of the new tees I neglect my older t-shirts that, for the most part, fit amazingly? Even though I do primarily ignore the old-faithfuls, they’re always there when I need them and are so comfortable and perfect until a newer more excited t-shirt seems to come along to break my heart— ahem, I mean, break the bank.
What I’m saying is, the tees I should wear all the time, I too often throw into the depths of my closet only to have them save me when I truly need it. Though I now realize this problem, the good t-shirts are so out of reach I’m stuck with the trendy, frivolous, predominately unreliable ones.
Oh, the humanity! No longer will I forget which tees actually look good on me— at least, I hope not!
p.s. The shirt I’m wearing is from Glamour Kills.
