I have reached my limit on t-shirts. I finally paid attention to why my t-shirt drawer was so stuffed, as was the other t-shirt drawer. Not counting white t-shirts that I wear under regular shirts with collars, I have 15, FIFTEEN t-shirts with various statements on them.
Here they are: Boston Red Sox, Boston ’13 World Champs, Boston Red Sox World Champs (in Hebrew), “I might live in South Carolina but I keep my sox in Boston,” Newberry College, Narnia College (a favorite), Eastern Connecticut State University, black IOWA, white IOWA Football, Beware of Dawg (U. Of Georgia with famous picture on the back of Uga going after the Auburn player), black Wales, Israeli Defense Forces, POEM (Professional Organization of English Majors on back), “If you can’t see Paris Mountain you’re too far from home” (we live back up against Paris Mountain), and “Careful or you’ll end up in my novel.”
That’s it, FIFTEEN t-shirts with a message. I intend to donate at least half to a charity. Some are so threadbare I’ll recycle them into the trash. It will be hard, but no one who lives in a cozy cottage needs to have that many t-shirts taking up space. When that’s done, I think I’ll get a t-shirt with “Efficiency” across the chest.