Monday, June 25, 2012
On some level I've never gotten over the demise of my favorite Morphine Generation paper thin white tee that had unobtrusive hand scribbling on the front that said "Protect me from the things I want," black stitching on the sides and pretty pastel flowers to soften the blow of the words. It was a counter-culture love affair with the cool guy who drinks and lives too hard and rides a bad-ass bike; dark, smoky...wonderful. The kind of tattoed tee you don't bring home to meet your parents. Friends would say it's "so not you," but I didn't care, it made me happy. And when it fell apart, quite literally at the seams, with small tears in the fabric of the relationship, it was hard to move on. A part of my soul will never be the same.
Then along came a simple white tee from the Gap. At first I didn't think much of it, but all my friends admired it so. They seemed to think its very lack of provenance was charming. To be honest, this tee was easy to be with. It went with everything and dressed up nice when it had to. Suddenly it dawned on me that I had a good thing going. And just when I relaxed and started to enjoy the relationship, my world came crashing down. Somehow in the time it took me to recognize the real deal, my beloved began to let itself go, as married men often do. It lost interest in being in my world, its shape got paunchy and that yellowish color(!) How could it stop brushing it's teeth? I thought I would love it like forever but it was simply not meant to be.
Some women look for the exact opposite after a relationship ends and I easily fell into that trap. An oversized Velvet for Calypso St. Barth white tee with a lace insert and 3/4 sleeves came on strong. Not really my style, but in a rush to get back in the mix I agreed and it's hanging shamefully in my closet, unworn.
Usually I don't like tees who take more time to get ready in the morning than me. But in the spirit of open-mindedness I decided to try an Elizabeth And James white tee with a silk chiffon ruffle. I'm thinking it's a bit too fancy for my taste. Maybe it will grow on me but I have my doubts.
To balance things out I tried out a J. Crew tee. I've heard people sing their praises, but for me it turned out to be one of those sounds-better-on-paper-than-real-life kind of dates.
And just when I wasn't looking, I crossed paths with a plain but thin cotton tee at Zara. It was only after I got it home that I discovered it's organic cotton--kind of like finding out your love interest can speak four languages and is a great cook. I'm thinking this might be the one...