|Only my husband...|
At last, a shirt I can throw away! Hubby came upstairs rather sheepishly from the garage yesterday, mumbling that his shirt had 'caught fire'. Although it was a favorite he has agreed to a parting of the ways (only I suspect, because this glaring hole would be embarrassing should anyone see it). It would also give our children yet another cause to worry about us. Still, I can extend it's life a little: being pure cotton, it will cut up into lots of nice polishing rags. Waste not want not.