I recently sorted through the clothing items in my dresser drawers and discovered why I struggled to cram apparel within them. It was due to the countless array of T-shirts I have collected from over the years, or rather, collected throughout my entire life.
I recall having T-shirts from elementary school where we all signed our names from the 5th grade graduating class. I also remember that we had to sign two different shirts because someone wrote something “naughty” on the first signing round.
I have T-shirts from trips I’ve taken, and T-shirts from trips others have taken. I have T-shirts from sporting events, universities, from contests, from events I’ve participated within, and T-shirts from the two districts I’ve worked for over the past 10 years.
I have T-shirts from gift baskets, from auctions, and T-shirts with long sleeves, T-shirts with sleeves cut off, T-shirts with 3/4 sleeves, and T-shirts I somehow inherited from others, probably after a sleepover.
When I tried to sort through which T-shirts to toss, I just couldn’t do it. I felt a connection, or a memory attached to each one. Each T-shirt reminded me of a loved one, a good time, or a treasured moment. I guess I discovered that T-shirts are an item I tend to collect, and perhaps something that I’ll just hold onto forever.