When I was growing up my mom would order all my clothes through the Sears catalog, nothing ever fit correctly and I always looked like, well, like my mom ordered my clothes out of a catalog. Being that one 'catalog' kid in school can mess with your head. It does things to a person, like having to spend hours in a department store comparing every pant or shirt to determine which was the least catalog-like. Over the years, though, I gradually got over the childhood trauma of having to wear odd-sized, misshapen, mystery garments made from questionable fabrics sent to me through the mail, mostly. Then came this bloody pandemic and here I am, twitching involuntarily every time I see a delivery truck in the neighborhood, wondering what sort of ill-fitting cloth contraption I'll find next on my doorstep. That's why I nearly didn't bring these t-shirts in when they arrived. I fought back the urge to flee and managed to control the muscle flailing long enough to open the package and the shock of what I saw nearly stopped my heart. Two beautifully colored, nicely tailored t-shirts, both true-to-size and made of a soft, medium-weight cotton-poly blend! They fit me perfectly, they look and feel wonderful, and they've made me very happy! Twitch, twitch.
Rating: [5 of 5 Stars!]