I’m going to apologize right away. I would love to tell you this is the last time you’ll see a before and after photo of a men’s oversized shirt. Lord, would I love to.
But, I know myself too well. And I know I how comfortable I get with the same old routine. I know how much I hate change. And when I find something I am actually half decent at? Well, let me tell you, I exploit that talent (if you can call it that) until everyone is begging me to please, for the love of all that is good, just stop.
It happened in high school when some fool once told I had a good singing voice. I’m sure my parents will never again be able to listen to a Aladdin’s Magic Carpet Ride without getting a little nauseous.
I swear, one day, I will change. Maybe.
Back to the shirt. Or shit. (Am I the only one that often reads “shirt” as “shit”? I swear it happens at least once per day.)
The really special thing about thrifting in the metropolis known as Great Falls, MT is the thrift stores are practically untouched. Not a single Portland hipster or tree hugging Boulderite has scoured those racks leaving the only the occasional pit-stained, torn, sad Old Navy rejects. No sir, these racks are bulging with authentic pearl snaps, lovely silk blouses and versatile vintage skirts. What’s even better, shopping at Great Falls thrift stores almost feels like stealing, it’s so dirt cheap.
This pearl snap had to be some cowboy’s favorite shirt. The back is at least a shade lighter than the front, and the arms are worn down to that soft, nubby feel of my favorite sheets. I like to imagine that it was worn by a rancher constantly on his horse.
It was probably worn by a porta potty maintenance man.
Because that profession exists…and it’s not a pretty one.
On Sunday, I’ll be announcing my new endeavor. It will be interesting…to say the least. Stay tuned!