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.