Next I went to the boy's room. This is where the search for plaids and stripes would be the most fulfilling. And the most dangerous. He lives in squalor. There were plaids and stripes all over the floor, thrown over chairs, wadded in balls on the bed, and hanging out of dresser drawers. In the end, I just snapped a picture of his curtains and got the hell out of there.Want more stripes and plaids? Head on over to Curious Bird for her photos and the list of participants.
Today is devoted to stripes and plaid. This one certainly wasn't as easy as pink, but here's what I found:
Jay's pajamas. I hope he doesn't feel violated.Jay's wedding shirt, now almost 12 years old. We got married in jeans at the courthouse. Apparently, in some circles this means we are white trash. Dishtowels fresh from the dryer.