Ssh! Don’t tell. I’m pilfering my kid’s closet again.
Yeah, I know real grownups aren’t supposed to go out in
public in those strappy stretch camisoles, racerback singlets, or little ribby tank tops. But
the colors are fabulously fun. And those little undershirts fit nicely under
bigger over-shirts.
Maybe those tiny teen shirts can be almost tasteful, if they
are worn beneath other garments. (You didn’t really think I’d wear them without
layering, did you? OK, maybe only for running.)
So, if my kids can raid my sock drawer, I can snatch up a
tank top now or then. It’s only fair.
Just don’t spill the beans. And I’ll try not to spill out of
– oh, never mind.
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