I was getting ready to don my favorite shirt, when I took a good, long look at it. I have had this particular white terry-cloth pullover for years. I'm going to say at least 15. I realized that it has changed quite a bit from the day I first bought it. It has evolved from just a casual pullover that I could bleach when it got dirty, to, well, shabby-chic. Then I thought, isn't that just like us growing older? Honestly, I could not be called "chic". I could, however, be called shabby on weekends. But who in their right mind dons clean, ironed, stain-free clothes to muck out a barn? (And don't say Martha Stewart, because she doesn't muck anything! She has minions for that.) And who wants to change their clothes three/four times a day? That means more laundry, which means more water used, more electricity used, laundry detergent, time, etc. And we are all too frugal for that, aren't we??
But back to my original thought. I am very happy about how this shirt has turned out. Those "ruffles" were not ruffles from the beginning. It has evolved over years of wearing, washing and drying. Those plain, boring trim pieces have softened and curled. I like to think that we all soften and curl as we age - and that's a good thing. Plain becomes artful. Age brings beauty. It's all very nice.