Day 140

This T-shirt just gave me a heart attack. It made the back of my spine ice over and my face shrink around my eyeballs. It arrested my breath, shut off cognitive thought and plunged a phantom dagger through my heart.

For a moment, it killed my THREEHUNDREDANDSIXTEEFIVE challenge.

I took it out of my suitcase this morning, ruffled away the creases and unidentified crumbly luggage deposits, and held it up to the window light so that I could recite my daily T-shirt empowerment chant to it, as I've done every morning throughout my THREEHUNDREDANDSIXTEEFIVE challenge. Honestly.
I put it on and prepared to write this blog post accompanying it, when I noticed something didn't quite feel right.
Something felt, familiar, about this T-shirt. The feeling wouldn't shake - it just kept seeping from the fabric and into my skin, my blood, my brain. I had to acknowledge, I had to consider...
Oh crap, had I already worn this T-shirt for my challenge?
Of the exact number of T-shirts I'd carefully planned and packed for my wedding trip, was one of them a dirty repeat? Was a simple suitcase malfunction to be the downfall of all my project's efforts? Had a rogue tear away from the 'worn' pile tumbled into my baggage like a fabricy spanner in my works?

I threw the suitcase aside and began physically scooping waves of wi-fi into my phone, desperate to connect to my blog. I needed to blast through 140 photographs of my uniquely dressed torso to discover if the beautiful but deadly illustration seen in today's photo was already there. If that pleasing arrangement of wild flowers, palm trees, beach huts and VW Camper Van stare back at me at any point, I am screwed. I will have to take time out of my wedding schedule to beg the Lithuanian locals for a spare T-shirt; a tricky sell as I only know around half the vocabulary to do that.

Well, I've scrolled through the lot and haven't seen this Animal design already among the challenge photos, so I guess I was mistaken. That's pretty anti-climactic... But it has prevented me from spending the last day of my holiday wearing a T-shirt I'd fashioned out of paper.