I'm not a Large girl.
I'm not as small as I used to be, but that's not exactly what I'm talking about.
I'm talking about t-shirt size.
I'm just not a large girl. And I don't really like to wear bigger shirts than necessary, not even for sleeping or working or stuff like that.
If anything, I tend to go too small, convincing myself that no one is looking and so, this one last time, I can wear my favorite shirt from 10th grade. HA!
Anyhow, this plays into your life and mine when we enter the realm of free t-shirts. I'm talking blood drive, community garbage pick-up, team WildCats, whatever. It seems that, most of the time, I end up looking at the remaining stacks of shirts, trying to decide if I (who is comfortable in a medium, and can wear a small if they run large) want to go with the last 2XL, or take one of the five remaining 3XL. Its a hard choice, so I usually take my normal route when faced with hard choices, and choose not to make a choice. I go home without my shirt, which was, to be honest, probably a deciding factor in my participation in the first place. I love free things.
ASIDE: When I was ... 9(?), I remember being at a garage, and as we picked up the car, my parents told my bro's and sis and I that we could each have a candybar (huge treat). They didn't have 3 Muskateers, my go-to-favorite at the time, and they didn't have the runner-up, Milky Way, either. So I had to choose between a KitKat, a Score bar, and a Snickers. I chose to go without, because I just couldn't make up my mind. Weirdo.
Today, my LAST DAY OF WORK (woot!!!!), I received a free t-shirt. My choices: L or XXL. I went with the L, because I've learned a lot since 9, and believe that if its free, I should probably choose one and be done with it. Plus, the shirts were blue. I love blue shirts.
When I got home, I was no longer satisfied with just giving my shirt to Handsome, however; I wanted to make this work. So, instead of packing for our 7-day trip that starts tomorrow morning, I decided to get out my trusty-but-not-yet-rusty sewing machine and try and fix the shirt problem. Here is my solution.
Too big for me.
S/M & feminine cut.
Sorta tighter than I wanted.
I'm totally not in high school anymore.
The new shirt has a sort of baseball-shirt feel to it, with a tunic length that I didn't really count on. I took a shirt I have whose fit I like, and traced it on top of the Large shirt. Then I pinned, and sewed. I tried it on, marked where I needed to change things, and sewed again. Voila! A new shirt that I will at least wear to bed, or to mow the lawn, or to paint. It has been made useful! I like doing things like this so much better than I like packing.
That is my story for the night. Sleep tight.
Off to dream land,