Okay, I only paid $1.00 for it at a garage sale, but it is one of my favorite shirts. It's soft and a little stretchy. Not too tight. Not too loose. Not too short. The sleeves are the perfect length. And it's the only yellow shirt I have.
But alas, it is ruined.
Sister wanted to paint the other day, and me, being the supermom that I am, got out all the paints. For some unknown reason the blue paint exploded when I opened the top. It's tempra paint. It will wash out, right?
Not when you let it dry overnight.
So, there you have it. Another favorite piece of clothing lost on the front lines of motherhood.
And now, a moment of silence.