I have but one minor complaint about this weekend, and it ‘s about some serious attachment issues concerning the following:
I discovered several rather large holes in its front panel today, and I wondered: how long had they been there? Weeks, months, years? I wouldn’t know; I generally avoided mirors when wearing this shirt. I decided that stumbling upon these holes tonight may have been the Universe telling me that it was, in fact, time to let go. (Vanity certainly wasn’t going to do it.) And so with trembling fingers I pack Good ‘Ole Purple into my Goodwill bag and send it soaring into the great beyond. May it grace another mother’s menial tasks (read: life) the way it has graced mine.