Houston, we have a problem. My washing machine has somehow made holes in 3 shirts in the last week or so. It's starting to make me sick.
Last night, when I brought you in off the clothesline, I saw little holes. A lot of little holes.
I'm not supposed to love fast fashion, but h&m made a lot of sense when I worked at the fruit stand. Too many garments got ruined at work, I had to quit spending lots of money on garments I loved when they were just getting ruined. I got you home and loved you. Perfect length, small slits on the side, silvery grey color, lightweight enough to work in this Texas heat.
I'm sad to see you go. I'll miss you very much.