Ooooh, I thought I was being so sneaky when I dug this shirt out of my boyfriend's dresser this morning. He never even wears it! And what's it doing all balled up in this drawer and not hanging up with the rest of his button-ups?? Clearly, it was absolutely begging to be rescued. And by rescued, I mean blatantly, shamelessly stolen.
Turns out, this beaut actually belongs to his lovely lady housemate Amy. Hey, these things happen when five people spend the summer living together in a dark, cozy basement apartment. I'll be returning the shirt tomorrow, but what a day we had! Anyways, it's ok. I got my favorite boots fixed AND they've stopped giving me blisters. And besides, Alex has got a whole closet full of other shirts just waiting to be, er...rescued.
