Friday, October 20, 2006

That's how I know it belongs to me

I have a T shirt I love. My grandma bought it for me. It cost 25 cents.

Grandma gave me the Tshirt when I was visiting one time. She excitedly brought it into the living room - neatly folded - and presented it to me. She explained she had found it at the Menonite Clothes Cupboard and thought it must have belonged to me. It was 25 cents, so she bought it (she can't pass up a good bargain). However, upon bringing it home, she realized it might have actually been my shirt to start with and I may have already donated it. If that was the case, Grandma just paid good money for something I may have already paid good money for.

I assured her, I had not owned it before hand. Yes, I was sure about that. How did I know for sure? The shirt has my initials on it. B.J.H. I am not the type to have a shirt monogramed for me. Especially a burgandy shirt with the monogram in bright yellow. But, Grandma could not understand how on earth a shirt with my initals could have been made if not specifically for me.

It took me about two weeks to figure it out. Battleford Junior High. I still wear the shirt with pride and explain to everyone how my Grandma bought it - and only for 25 cents!

I mean, I can't let good money go to waste.

6 comments:

  1. That was so sweet! Your grandma is cool. I wish I had family like that.

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  2. The North Battleford one is actually called the Mennonite Community Closet, and the rest of the MCC stores actually stand for Mennonite Central Committee. By which I think Ky is right on both accounts.

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  3. I am postitive that we have had exactly this discussion in a previous post; if not here then on QoWP's blog or on amandolynandky.

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  4. It was. For some reason, everytime I use the phrase, a new wave of fury washes over people.

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  5. Holy cow! You guys need a life!

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