These photos were taken where I work by a coworker. My girlfriend/photographer/editor wanted me to make this clear.

Even though it’s late Sunday night as I write this, I am going to pretend it’s Saturday, and timestamp it as such. This way I don’t have to feel guilty for being a day late. Not that I would anyway. But read on: Ugly Shirt IX. I don’t know where I got it, don’t know how much I paid, but gog, I do look bad in these photos. I blame the coworker. The girlfriend would have made sure I looked great!

You know, it never really dawned on me that one of my rules for Ugly Shirts is that they must button down. No knit shirts. I only mention this because today I went looking for more shirts and I was tempted by a few knits. I’m not so sure what I have against them, other than I’ve spent the last 3 years divesting myself of plain knit shirts. Last thing I need to do it replace them with ugly knit ones. I did find two today, so I am still on track for one a week. I will fail it I have too many weeks go by without a purchase. No worries if that happens, I’ll just go back to all the posts where I mention wanting to post one a week for a year, and change any such reference to six months.

I have at least a two month backlog of shirts and a month or so of actual photos of them. I should be able to stay ahead of the curve.

I feel bad for people who don’t figure out things like what they want to do when they grow up until it’s almost too late. Take me for example, I was into my mid 30’s before I ever realized I had an attraction to Ugly Shirts. You would have thought something like this would have come along much earlier in life. Me sneaking down to my local bowling alley to admire the bowling shirts, or getting caught in the dressing room with six Hawaiian shirts (when the most they allowed was five), or even stealing a golf shirt or two from the local Sears store. But sadly, I didn’t find this pleasure, until I was in the midst of my midlife crisis. Ok, seriously, I haven’t had my midlife crisis yet. And no matter what this paragraph makes it sound like, I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up.

When I do have my midlife crisis, I do hope it involves shirts though. That would be so original!