3 Wolves Shirt05 May 2016
Last week I ordered a shirt. Not just any shirt, but a shirt of power, a shirt of mystical significance, a shirt to spark and fulfil dreams. It arrived last Thursday, the shirt I blogged about last week did. Yes.
- Even before it arrived, we got new neighbours,
- The shirt arrived,
- Thursday’s takeaway dinner arrived 1/2 hour early,
- Paid for by my wife,
- It was lovely,
- My wife’s been looking sideways at me every time I wear it,
- And sniggering.
(As I start this post I am wearing the shirt; this sniggering, it’s not a normal day here!)
Not much else to report really.
The shirt size, it runs a little large. This ‘Large’ is a bit baggy, feels a bit like I’m wearing a dress. A large, purple, tie-dyed dress with a front bearing an artistic design depicting 3 Wolves howling at the moon.
Tomorrow, as they say, is another day. I’d promised to wear it the shirt at work last Friday; it’s dress-down on Fridays.
I could not.
It’s not large, purple, tie-dyed with a front bearing 3 Wolves howling at the moon dress-down Friday.
I’ve an open mind, no-one would comment unfavourably, would they.
I’ve an open mind.
Ohhh no I haven’t!
Maybe I should wash the thing, maybe its magic is activated somehow by the action of water, washing powder and agitation.
And if it shrinks in the wash, hey…