Continuing with (somewhat) practical wants, I would like some really excellent T-shirts. The kind you encounter about once a decade, and you wear them until they’re falling off your back, all the while wishing you’d bought ten more.
The shirt on the left is my Ultimate Marian Shirt. It doesn’t exist, as far as I know. But sons of twelve bitches, do I ever want it. One in every increment of grey. The UMS of my imagination has longer sleeves than your average t-shirt, and a narrow body, very elongated. I’ve never seen anything like it in person. Searching on the internet, this comes quite close – it’s a beautiful line, SILENT by Damir Doma, even if it is beyond my means. I’d take one of those in every increment of grey, too. As consolation, you understand.
The second shirt is just old-fashioned men’s long underwear (I was using this shirt as reference). It doesn’t really belong up there with the UMS, but I like that old long-underwear fabric, and I wouldn’t mind having one. Men’s undershirts are much more likely to fit me than normal men’s t-shirts, I’m thinking.
Do you remember last summer, when I decided I was going to get over my fear of feminine things? That didn’t really work out. So this year, instead, I’m going to stick with what I know and love, and continue my lifelong adventures in not-quite-cross-dressing. My thirteen-year-old self would approve, probably with the inclusion of a few six-syllable words she couldn’t pronounce, and some “motherfuckers” thrown in to cover her confusion.
Not much has changed (except that I dress better, now).