Once upon a time, I learned a fine method for departing with items once cared for, but currently out-of-use: take a picture.
1st Boston Knit-out Festival I attended
After stockpiling a selection of T-shirts that I wore pretty much to-death, I decided to enlist some assistance and employ this method. The result? A virtual, visual library of memories spun from cotton and dye. I’m still the person I was, who purchased or received these shirts as gags or gifts or glimmers of who I was leaning towards being.
Worn during march on Washington for women’s reproductive rights
Job of old
I miss the opportunity to wear them, now that (most of) these old Ts have been converted to dust cloths and hankerchiefs. I don’t miss the burden of owning more than I can appreciate wearing.
Never wore this shirt because it bothered my eyes
In my experience, hemp doesn’t get as soft as proported
Designed by my gent, and then washed to death