As we move into our seventeenth consecutive month of winter, it dawns on me that this has been a terrible year to choose to wear nothing but T-shirts.
My jumpers are laughing at me from their pile in the corner of my office (they were evicted from the wardrobe by a fleet of T-shirts) and look all the warmer for the dust they've gathered.
Mmmm, warmth.
The living dead are probably the only folk who don't take exception to the abysmal temperature as what remains of their decaying nerve endings has long become redundant.
I wish I were undead.
I'm skirting the issue...
I know what you're thinking, but this isn't what it looks like.
I have in fact not screwed up my challenge by failing to wear a different T-shirt every day with no repeats.
It may appear as though today's Banded Festighoul tee is the same as that of Day 48, bearing the same 'I rock zombies' graphic with a severed flesh-eaten hand in place of the famous Milton Glaser heart, but I promise you, it's a different T-shirt.
You see, when I got this design printed all those years ago, I had two T-shirts made. The first of the two featured earlier in my challenge and was a display model that previously hung in the window of my office for the passing public to admire (and gather dust. Mmmmm warmth).
I hung it rather than wore it because there was a slither of primer ink from the over zealous print shop spilt on the seam of the right shoulder, which I was mindful to photograph on Day 48.
The second version of the tee was for my own personal use and has no adverse marks or stains from the over zealous print shop, as you can see from the photo above.
For a full overview of the artwork, look back to Day 48 and read the other half of this tale of two hearts.
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