The Joys of a crisp white shirt

The joys of a crisp white shirt


I love a crisp white shirt.  I love one on me.  I love one on my kids.  I love one on a handsome man.  It just sort of speaks of cleanliness and order and clarity and focus. It looks good and smells good and is ready for any possibility.


Now at some point in my first pregnancy I bought the perfect white shirt, it fit me in through the shoulders but was very generous through the tummy without being tent like.  And it was the thing I wore whenever it was clean and ironed.  It was my absolute favourite item of clothing.  Giving me an illusion of control even when I really didn’t have any at all.


And once my son was in my arms it also worked while I was breastfeeding.  And it worked to cover up the excess 25 lbs I wanted so desperately to shake off as they slowly, slowly, whittled away. (And if I was wearing it, it meant I had actually done the laundry and done some ironing so you knew it was a good day!)


And it served me through my second pregnancy in the very same way – only slightly softer and a little edge worn as second pregnancies often are.  And on the other side of my new baby sheltered under my white shirt, I breastfed with more confidence and was easier with my extra weight as I knew I would shed it with time.


Last week I found that old white shirt and greeted it like an old friend.  That day I wore it and it filled me with floods of images and warm happy memories.


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