I presume this is more of a guy quirk, but if any female Chewers share in it, by all means join in. I'm doing some laundry today, a substantial chunk of which is T-shirts. I don't mean the plain white ones you wear under a dress shirt with a suit, I mean like logo t's and such. I have a large number. they now occupy a drawer all their own in the dresser, which is stuffed to the gills, and parts of 2 others. And there's still barely room for them all. The more I get, the larger the rotation, and thus the less wear each individual shirt gets, I guess, so none look like they've quite had it yet. I keep telling myself that I'm gonna get rid of some of them, but for me, as I'm sure is true for some of you, a t-shirt is sort of a personal statement, and I have a hard time putting one on the chopping block. I also have a bunch that I would have never bought, but that my wife got for me, and which I can't get rid of for fear of hurting her feelings.
Do any of you succumb to this phenomenon?
Do any of you succumb to this phenomenon?






