mentioning nudie suits in yesterday's post reminded me of this shirt i have sitting in a closet. i know my mother and father each had one of these -- so did i believe many of my aunts and uncles -- each a little different. this one, i believe, was my mom's version. as you see, it is not a handmade shirt, as it has been fully sanforized by the fine fruit of the loom company. but the embroidery was done by my grandmother margaret, my dad's mom.
again, if memory serves, everybody had different versions of these shirts, each personalized to the members of their family. this? is not jesus. this is my dad, jogging. it was the seventies, and everybody jogged their skeletons loose for health.
the german cross? no fucking clue.
this is my mom and megan and me (i think i am the one on the left), and our little house at 1219 rising sun avenue.
i am not sure how to best keep this shirt. clearly time is doing something to it that sanforization cannot protect against. either that or street people have been sneaking in and wearing it nights. but i don't think it's that. i wish i knew what to do!