Check THIS shit out, y’all!
Ignore the fact that it’s sideways (I can’t get it to rotate, I never said I was good at computers) and also ignore the fact that I’m retaining enough water to grow rice in the Mojave! But DAMN, y’all! That there is an OFFICIAL “I Am Not A Wayward Teen” T-shirt created and bedazzled personally by Dear Sweet Mama! Be jealous, be very very jealous!
Chuckweasel (who was drafted into taking the picture with his iPhone, yes he has an iPhone, do I have an iPhone? No. But I digress) brought up an interesting point about the shirt in question. When you are a little kid, there’s a good chance that a lot of your clothes are made — depending on her level of skill and your family’s level of income — by your own Dear Sweet Mama. And you don’t give a crap ’cause you don’t know no better, and your idea of fashion is a bathing suit and a Burger King crown anyway. Then you hit about the pre-teen to teen years and suddenly you’d rather walk to school buck-ass nekkid in the snow before you’d wear a homemade ANYTHING, up to and including Halloween costumes (assuming you haven’t become too “cool” to dress up). So you bitch and whine until you get given brand-name things, which then proceed to fall apart in the wash because that shit’s pretty shoddy.
BUT THEN! At some point after that… clothing made by or picked by your Dear Sweet Mama suddenly becomes okay again! Now, I will admit, I still bitch when forced to wear the dreaded “Girls on a Jaunt” shirt… but that’s because when DSM, the Concubine and I all wear the same shirt, people ask if we’re a singing group (Yes we are, we’re called the Dudds). But the Wayward Teen shirt is the best shirt in the entire universe, and that’s even counting all the ones with the rabbit giving people the finger on them!
The shirt also came with rainbow knee socks and a necklace that says “be yourself” — which is good, ’cause I’m pretty sure I can’t be anyone else while dressed like this! A bazillion thank you’s to Dear Sweet Mama for continuing to encourage my insanity!