But one day a few years ago I actually wanted to shop. I had an urge to buy some clothes for myself. My sister Tami was pregnant with Dominic, and I was feeling sorry for myself. (A little, but not too much — just a residual pang.)
So I went to T.arget. Love T.arget. I found this nice shirt. (Tessa took the photo this morning — I really don’t list like the leaning tower of Pisa.) I liked the color and the stripes. I liked the sleeves that were long enough for my lanky arms. And I liked the fabric — rib knit to keep me warm. I am continually cold in the winter, meaning October through April or any time the temperature is lower than 80 degrees Fahrenheit.
So I bought the shirt and felt really good about it.
Until a few weeks later when I was packing for a trip, and I caught my first glimpse of the label. Seems that while shopping, I wasn’t pay attention to the signage in the store…