and another...

Here is the second of three salvaged shirts, still wearing the battle scars of it's time in the trenches...okay, it was actually time spent in monogrammed luggage, but i'm sure it was traumatic. The best way to describe this guy is kind of a mellow version of split-pea soup with a tight plaid white stripe running through it. Nothing about this shirt really stood out to me, which is why it ended up in a suitcase i'm sure. It's just a nice, collared shirt that looks like it would be at home in a Dockers commercial. Maybe i got it because i subconsciously desire to live the dockers lifestyle, or at least the actors that portray said lifestyles. Ah, the time we would have with comfy khaki pants below & the shirt above sitting on the corner of a pool table in some vacation home located in the Hamptons...did i get that picture right? I feel as if the shirt is somewhat disappointed in me that he never got that chance...that he feels he was the bastard plaid child of mine. Oh, sweet child o' mine you may have the green complexion that the workers in China gave you but I know you've got the eyes of the bluest skies as if they thought of rain, i hate to look into those eyes & see an ounce of pain....Maybe it is best that i send this one on his merry way to a new short & stocky owner who will have a chance at making it to the Hamptons...i don't know anyone that lives there anymore. Some dreams unrealized, I sob into the night.