I'll 'fess up to having worn a few clothing items well past their prime--faded jeans developing holes, sweaters with ragged sleeves...but nobody espouses this oddity better than my darling husband. Unlike myself, he doesn't seem able...(or perhaps willing?) to recognize the sorry state of said beloved garment.
Andrew has a tattered old blue shirt that is a funky old 70's style design which commemorates "Mud Bay"-- the place where his sailboat is moored. Yup, it's way the heck up there in White Rock, BC. Which explains why we haven't used the boat. Which maybe explains why he loves the shirt so much. Otherwise, I can never see my husband purchasing a baby blue shirt with kiddie-like drawings of sunshine and whales. Seriously. He's just not that kind of guy. I once bought him a baby blue shirt (almost exact same color) and I got an earful about my colour choice on that one. =)
But he does, however, adore this shirt. Even though he won't admit it, the frequency that he wears it tells no lies. And even though I've been pointing at the pit stains, pills, and thin spots that a frequently worn t-shirt inevitably falls prey to, he seems blind to it ALL.
But no more--the other nite I helped myself to one of Andrew's shirts to sleep in. And I'll let you guess which shirt it was.
Andrew: "Oh wow, those stains look really bad."
Me: "Yes, honey....I've tried to tell you."
Andrew: "I know but...I don't think it looks that way on me... I mean, maybe they're more noticeable because of your boobs...or something."
Me (stifling laughter): No, Andrew....I don't think so! This is what I've been trying to tell you."
So all you ladies out there with ragamuffin men in your lives...you know who you are...this could be the way to finally get your message across. Someone is going to be a bit in trouble for this post once he gets around to checking my blog again, but I truly believe this info must be shared. =)