Rolling out a bed never fails to be an obstacle and once I get going, things move rather slowly. I probably open and close drawers several times before I actually pull out what I’m going to wear. (Planning outfits would prevent this problem but I’m always worried that by the next morning I’ll have changed my mind anyway.)
Today I pulled out a blue shirt that I’ve owned for… probably forever. I remember buying it at the store with my Mom and, due to the fact I’ve hardly grown, it still fits and it’s not worn out enough for me to get rid of.
I noticed it had one black dot on the tag. For a second I couldn’t remember why someone would have put one black dot on my tag but it quickly came back to me…wow, this shirt is old.
When my mom used to do everyone’s laundry (years and years ago) she had no ideas which clothes belonged to which child, which makes sense considering there are 5 of us. My clothes had one dot, child #2 had two dots and so on. I can’t believe I’ve had this shirt since that time of my life. I’ve been doing my own laundry for a pretty long time which means it’s probably from middle school and I’m currently in college. That’s a little embarrassing.
Then, unbidden, I remembered something else funny about my clothing from when I was younger. When I was learning how to dress myself my mom would draw little arrows on my underwear that would point upward toward my bellybutton once I put them on. It helped me figure out whether or not I had put them on the right way.
I can’t even express how many times I put my underwear on backwards, regardless of the arrows, and how many times other people in my family put things on backwards as well. Dresses, t-shirts, pants, underwear… it was always a problem. My brothers were pretty good at putting things on backwards and inside out. This is probably partially due to the fact we all learned how to dress ourselves at a very young age—it would have been impossible from my mom to dress all of us one by one in the morning.
There’s a certain day I remember very clearly. I was riding my scooter on the sidewalk behind my house and looking at my brother, who was on a scooter in front of me. We were in elementary school at the time and he had his shorts on backwards. The back pockets were in the front and the fly was in the back. (How he managed to consciously do that I’m not sure). Before I knew it I was doubled over in laughter at how ridiculous he looked. I couldn’t tell him without laughing, and he ran back into the house to turn them around.
I was talking to my friends on the way to breakfast this morning and I asked them, “Did you guys ever put your underwear on backwards when you were younger? Or other clothing in general?”
Apparently they didn’t. Apparently my family is the only one who ever had an issue with it.