an experiment in plaid

a few weeks ago i satisfied my pulsing need for a man's plaid shirt. i believe each female is entitled to one, and as my dear brother is so fond of his own, i knew i'd have to take initiative myself. so i grabbed the softest i could find and wore it to the festival of colors {and looked indelibly grunge} but when Monday rolled round {and i'd already worn it out sunday evening} i decided she deserved another go. then Tuesday . . . and by Wednesday i determined that i'd locked myself into a binding contract that lasted the rest of the week. {my mother was slightly concerned on thursday when i told her that i'd worn the same shirt all week, and that i had schemes to make it a personal statement that would last until the end of the semester . . . it didn't, but regardless.}

it was a very interesting experiment and i don't really think anyone noticed. i meant to document each variation, but the above and below shall have to suffice. i cuffed the sleeves nearly everyday and only lazily wore it with jeans on friday, for obvious reasons.

i love this shirt, it's soft and hansome . . . and i daresay i'll have to wear it tomorrow to rejoice/relish in the last day of class. {indeed, my little sister is having her spring break this week, + another six-ish weeks of school. ha.}