Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Once upon a time I dated a boy who always wore name brand clothes. I teased and ridiculed him for being a snot (ironic, no?). One afternoon after we'd been out playing some basketball before we were supposed to be on our way somewhere else and lost track of time. My clothes were not in any condition to go to the next place but I didn't have enough time to get to my house, change and be on time. So he lent me a shirt and pair of shorts (obviously he wasn't that much bigger than I was anywhere). Long story short, he never got the shirt back, it was Banana Republic and so soft. We still talk from time to time, so I am going to assume he's not bitter about the loss of his shirt. I still have it, it's a trophy of sorts.
There is a Banana Republic outlet store about 20 minutes from where I live. The clothes are already discounted, then they have sales. Big sales. 50-75% off sales. Today I bought a passel of shirts there, all under $10 each. Less than I could buy anything at the Old Navy outlet (another favorite) and WAY softer than anything I could buy there.
I love soft shirts, they make me happy inside.