My favorite clothes these days are t-shirts. I’ve got a big old drawerful but I’m sure you’ll all agree, not all t-shirts are the same. Some of them are those godawful fitted tees people like to design for women. Don’t get me wrong, they’re good when you want to wear a t-shirt but still look semi- put together but you’re one good cheeseburger away from looking three months pregnant. I won’t lie, nothing depresses me quite like a poochy belly poking out over my waistband.

And considering I never tuck in my t-shirts you know that’s bad.

After the super skinny tees comes the scratchy ones. You know the kind — boxy but thick and rough and kind of icky to wear when the weather’s too hot. I’ve got a fair amount of those, too. Then at the very top of the t-shirt pyramid you’ve got the crème de la crème of tees: soft, feathery soft, so soft you absentmindedly pet them while you’re going about your day. Those are my favorites, my absolute favorites when I’m throwing stuff on in the morning.

What about my real clothes, you ask? Regular shirts and button down tops and such? Shoot, I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve pulled out something like that in the last six months so, y’know…tees are kind of my thing. What’s yours?

Linda hosts Stream of Consciousness Saturday. This week’s prompt is “my.” Start your post with the word “My.” Bonus points if you end your post with “yours.” Enjoy!