You really can’t have too many white shirts, but this one mostly sat in the back of my closet because it was kind of boring, even for a white shirt. I think I’ve had it for years. Anyways, I took this poor little forgotten, neglected, lonely little shirt and gave it…
… ruffles. Lots and lots of ruffles.
(please pardon the close up of my bosom. I should have taken a close up of the ruffles on the hanger, not on me… you don’t think I’m a perv, do you ?)
And now I wear it all the time.