24th June 2011
I can’t see this shirt and not smile, no matter my mood it never fails to make me grin. Just like him this shirt is crazy and bold and happy. He is that type of person, no matter where he goes or what he is doing he loves to make people smile and laugh and will pretty much do anything to make it happen, including wearing this truly terrible shirt. There, I said it, it is terrible.
It is bright yellow with big crazy pink fish on and he is very proud of the fact that it cost him one whole dollar to purchase, I have always maintained the people in the shop saw him coming and were delighted with their dollar as I suspect it would have soon been turned into a cleaning cloth, so I guess he did rescued it from that fate.
This shirt has been used on a few occasions to make me squirm, not only when he has worn it out and about but on one challenging occasion, in Las Vegas of all places, when I was ‘required’ to wear it out to breakfast. No amount of bargaining or pleading on my part was to get me out of this ordeal and so with it tied up under my bust, off we went. Breakfast passed without incident but as we were heading back to our hotel one of the street vendors called out to me about my ‘sexy shirt’ and I wanted to die. He on the other hand laughed all the way back our room.
This shirt is just one of the many reasons I love him. It reflects his humour and desire to get as much fun out of life as is humanly possible and to put as much fun into the others people’s lives whom he encounters along the way. It sums up his outlook on life, which is to have as much fun as possible but yet I know that the man inside the shirt is also fully aware of what I need as a submissive woman. I love that about him, that he can be my Dom in an insane shirt, that he is that confident in himself that he doesn’t fear that some crazy shirt will detract from his authority in my life and that he loves to make me laugh just as much as he loves to make me squirm and if by some miracle he can manage both at the same time, then I think that is the jackpot to him
This shirt reminds me of such happy times, of laughing so hard that I had to sit down on the side of the road because I thought I was going to be sick, of going to met friends for the first time in the famous shirt, of cringing as people have ‘admired’ the shirt and most of all of being allowed to unbutton it for him and pull it from his shoulders so that I can reunited with his skin.
At the moment it hangs lonely in my wardrobe, waiting to be reunited with its partner in crime, the shirt and I have an awful lot in common in that respects. Without him, the shirt is just a shirt, hanging on the hanger waiting for someone to give it life, to take it out and wear it and share it with the outside world, to transform it from a lifeless object and give it back its purpose. Without him, I am a just a girl, waiting for a boy, just as his body gives life to the shirt so does his touch give life to me. I guess the shirt and I will just have to wait together.
Ps…This piece was written for The Writing Workshop using this part of the prompt……
“pick a piece of clothing that best sums up someone that you love or once loved that you can use to tell us something about them.”