Watching my hubby one night while he was working I noticed he had an old T-shirt on. A T-shirt my youngest son had given him 20 years ago. The body of the shirt is starting to pull away from the crew of the neck but I know he loves that shirt because of the soft texture. We all love comfortable clothes!
Yesterday I found out from a friend we are supposed to wash old clothes or dry rot will set in. Which means I best get busy. I have several baby night gowns my Mother made when my sibligs and I were of child bearing ages.
God has blessed us with great children, great grandchildren and a wonderful big family. Now we can celebrate the goodness of talent (Mother's) and the comfort of cotton.
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