Greg and I took a few hours yesterday to check out some post Christmas sales at the mall.
Every time I picked up a clothing item I would check the label. Not because I care who the manufacturer is, I just want one of the companies to admit that they poke tiny, invisible holes in cotton t-shirts that are impossible to detect by the naked eye until after two wears, when the garment will resemble a mesh football jersey.
For some reason, all of my t-shirts and long-sleeved cotton tops have small holes around the mid-section and no, before you ask, I’m not bursting through the fabric. I can’t explain why but I’ve polled thousands tens of friends (actually just two) and they admit to noticing the same problem with their shirts.
I look at the label and read ‘made in India’ but why doesn’t it say, ‘in a moth factory’ on a separate line in bold letters?
Greg and I used our kids walkie-talkies to navigate the mall.
This might make us sound old or maybe on the cusp of trend-setting geniuses. Regardless, we are old and the walkies were a fantastic way to keep us connected and out of a lost-and-found bin when Greg didn’t want to stop to google moth populations on specific Phillipino islands claiming to make the best bamboo/cotton t-shirts on the market…..by moths.
He would radio to me that he was two stores ahead while I was in a changeroom examining threadcount with a monacle through a magnifying glass.
He would also use this opportunity to say things he thought might embarass me in front of other shoppers.
He obviously hasn’t learned it is next to impossible to embarass a person wearing a monacle, sporting a magnifying glass around a lanyard while inquiring about moths with a belly-button sized hole around the nipple of her favourite shirt.