This day marks a milestone in my personal growth. I’m going to retire Taz, after a lifetime of loyal, comfortable service.
My gray Taz t-shirt (short for Tasmanian devil-cartoon character) came into my life in
1993, stuffed into a hand-me-down bag that made its way through the family. Actually, there were two Taz shirts. One of which my son wore for a night shirt as a toddler & when he got older I stitched the Taz figure onto the back of a denim jacket for him. I continued to wear the other Taz t-shirt for years & years (& years). My Taz t-shirt & mom sweats were my go-to uniform of choice. When I cleaned, painted, ate, slept & otherwise lived my normal life-Taz was there. Over the years Taz lost his luster & started peeling a little around the edges. It didn’t matter, as I was in the same condition. He had a little hole here & a stain there, but his attitude still came through. I grocery shopped, washed the car & napped on the couch with Taz guarding me. Taz & I spent so much time together that my almost-adult children declared a boycott and refused to go in public if I wore him. My Sweetie started making fun of me too and he felt the shirt was decidedly UNsexy. (NO, I didn’t wear Taz on dates!)
Anyway…. I’ve had to begrudgingly admit that Taz has had his day and it’s time for Mom to
update the wardrobe. After some solemn thought & much closet purging, Taz has moved on to the box of dust rags & car wash cloths. I’m thinking of replacing him with a nice 1970’s chic tie-dyed model…Hmmm….. I can already see my (now adult) kids rolling their eyes!