Time for another Man on the Moon....
They can put a man on the moon but they can never explain to me why my dog will stand in front of her bowl of water, thirsty and crying because there is a SPECK of sand in the dish but joyously drinks from our muddy, greasy, burnt smelling creek!
Showing posts with label Man on the Moon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Man on the Moon. Show all posts
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Man On the Moon... Clothing Labels
I'm starting a new category call Man on the Moon, as in "They can put a man on the moon, but..."
They can put a man on the moon but they can't create labels for my clothing that don't drive me insane because they are so dang HARD. They irritate my skin and I'm constantly trying to rip them out.
It's no wonder that one of my little nephew's first words was "Tag!"
He would toddle about, reaching behind his neck at the offending tag. He would keep repeating that word, more and more frenetic each time. "Tag! Tag!!! TAG!!!"
Finally, one of us would take pity on him and cut out the offending appendage from his shirt and he would return to being the happy little boy.
As I find myself reaching back behind my own neck, frustrated at the constant scratching, I think of that boy and how I'm certainly not that cute in my own anger at that stupid label.
I have actually ripped clothing from own back to get that label out. And I swear, if I could meet a famous clothing designer, that would be my first question - Why to labels have to hurt?
Hane's no label tees are a Godsend in my book. I just wish other manufacturer's would figure it out.
They can put a man on the moon but they can't create labels for my clothing that don't drive me insane because they are so dang HARD. They irritate my skin and I'm constantly trying to rip them out.
It's no wonder that one of my little nephew's first words was "Tag!"
He would toddle about, reaching behind his neck at the offending tag. He would keep repeating that word, more and more frenetic each time. "Tag! Tag!!! TAG!!!"
Finally, one of us would take pity on him and cut out the offending appendage from his shirt and he would return to being the happy little boy.
As I find myself reaching back behind my own neck, frustrated at the constant scratching, I think of that boy and how I'm certainly not that cute in my own anger at that stupid label.
I have actually ripped clothing from own back to get that label out. And I swear, if I could meet a famous clothing designer, that would be my first question - Why to labels have to hurt?
Hane's no label tees are a Godsend in my book. I just wish other manufacturer's would figure it out.
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