wolf in the laundry

Laundry day means it's my first chance to wear this sweet wolf mask that Mom made for me.

Mom used to sew most of my clothes herself, and I thought it was just a normal mom thing to do. In retrospect, it was probably because we were poor, and making clothes was cheaper than buying them. But at the time, I had no idea we were poor. My parents never mentioned it, and I never felt I lacked anything; I had a big tub of Lego and a Sega Genesis and a bike and a library card, and I was happy. It also helped that I was oblivious to fashion. I never paid attention to other kids' clothes, and they never made fun of mine (or if they did, I didn't notice).

Anyway, one of the things Mom made for me was a wolf-pattern vest for wearing to church. Definitely the coolest church attire. It turns out she had extra wolf cloth left over, and she kept it all these years and used it to make my mask. Thanks Mom!

(also, a moment of silence for these four work shirts I wore in early March, which are still sitting here unwashed because I'm not doing a whole permanent press load for four shirts. I guess I should just throw in some roughs too, I don't think it harms them)