I do. It's my long sleeve t-shirt from high school. From FCA, fellowship of cristian athletes. I laugh at it now. There was nothing good coming from it, but I needed some things on my transcripts to make me look good. Colleges didn't care about my drama at home, they cared about my grades and I was hoping that some clubs would make up for my lack of good grades.
When I got this shirt, about 12 years ago, it was so stiff and big. Had you told me what I would be doing 12 years later in that shirt I would have freaked out! I was going to be a lawyer or something super important with an office and work I had to do at home because I just could not get it all done during the day... haha! I want to punch that Abbey in the face!
My white FCA shirt, it now has hot pink pain on it. Bad relationship + a bad fight + a trip to lowes = hot pink bathroom. I'm not kidding. Me and my shirt broke up with that bad relationship.
I got married. I think that my sweet husband had in mind what his future wife would wear to bed at night and it did not included a worn out t-shirt from high school.
Now you ask, I just thew it in the laundry, I got puked on- again. It is held onto, tight. My babes cling to it as they are rocked, fed, burped or held as I walk around the house. Annabelle "helps" fold it. Dallas wants to lay on it.
I love this shirt. It's so comforting. I think that my kids don't mind the stains from the past. They just know the softness of today.