It's rare that I'm mistaken for a lumberjack. But all that is about to change. Because I'm now the proud owner of a flannel shirt. I think it's only a matter of time before people start asking after my Big Blue Ox and serving me flapjacks.
I didn't even know I was looking for a flannel shirt. I had given up on button down shirts some time ago. They just never seem to fit me right. And while their coziness appealed to me, I didn't much care for the colors of most flannel shirts I'd come across. Then I was at a thrift store looking for a dress to wear for Mess The Dress (which I still haven't found. I need to get on that, stat!), when I happened upon the softest, coziest, navy-green-black-ivory, $3 flannel shirt. I took a chance on it and lo and behold it fit.
I never thought of myself as a flannel kind of robot, but it's just the thing to get me through this seemingly interminable winter.
Funny how so many of the best things I've found were while I was looking for something else entirely.
Lyric of the moment: "I'll follow you into the park. Through the jungle, through the dark. I never loved one like you. Moats and boats and waterfalls, alleyways and pay phone calls. I've been everywhere with you. Laugh until we think we'll die. Barefoot on a summer night. Never could be sweeter than with you...Ah, home, let me go home. Home is wherever I'm with you..."
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