While packing up all of my clothes in preparation for the move and Roadtrip: The Lightning Round, I inevitably found a bunch of t-shirts that, while nice, I was never going to wear again. Some of them because they were worn out in the sleeves, others (“Florida: Where Old People Go to Die”) because I’ve had too many traumatic encounters to justify the risk. Wiess ones because, damnit, no one looks good in goldenrod. So, with the help of some maternal wisdom and good, old-fashioned plaid, this happened:
It also makes a stylish cape
Suck it, Betsy Ross. If I were sewing the flag of our country, it would be eight times as colorful, with 30% more inside jokes. Also, please note that you should now add “quilting prowess” to my list of skills/reasons to fear me.