What: um, cotton?
When: um, 2002?
Where: Seattle, WA
Why: I had just started hanging out with James in earnest, and we were spending A LOT of time together. Being with James, just at first, was a tricky balance. It was kind of a game, neither of us wanting to appear too needy or dependent. I made plans with my roommates to drive to Seattle for spring break without consulting James on his break plans. I felt this was a strong move, one that signaled that I was a person indivisible, not a part of JamesandValerie. I liked this shirt, because in addition to its important sentiment, there was something very cheeky about it, something that made me feel cheeky, and strong, and autonomous. And I needed that reminder, because I had it baaaaaaad for him. I'd wear it whenever I felt like I was getting too wrapped up, too dependent, too concerned about when he called, and how often he came over. This shirt made me feel bold and audacious. This shirt made me feel more me.
And if you were to tell me that this is a lot of meaning to endow a t-shirt with, first I'd be like, "what?", and then I'd be like, "tell me about it."