Have you ever started folding your clean laundry only to notice a t-shirt with holes near the bottom? Then one holey t-shirt turns into a few after the next load of wash. After that, you end up in my current situation; there are holes in about half of my band shirts and even in my work t-shirts I’ve only had for a month or two. (One of my Avenged Sevenfold shirts even managed to develop a hole in one of the armpit seams.)
Now, why does this happen? Sometimes it’s just the fact that shirts get old and they are giving the signal to toss them. (Which I don’t do, since I still have band shirts from middle school…don’t judge me.) But often, when the shirts are newer, it has a lot to do with the material as well as the shirt manufacturer being on the cheaper end mixed with abrasion against your pants and skirts.
Dealing with holey t-shirts during this move and facing the fact that they need to go after so many years, I discovered a few tips to try and salvage your tops for as long as possible:
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You read that right, my beauty ghouls!
While I am not moving extremely far away from home, I (almost shockingly) decided to make a change and move in with my boyfriend and his family. Sure, I’m moving in with another set of parents, but this move holds a lot more promise for my future. (I don’t need any firm plans for my future, but at least now there are more opportunities.)
My home of 21 years is beautiful; I could never take that away from it. The Pocono Mountains grab thousands of tourists each summer alone, and they’re gorgeous enough that people even further away than New York and New Jersey know the name. We have wonderful forests and wildlife that you rarely find in more…developed (for lack of a better word) areas.
What we don’t have is the stuff that is actually important to, like, live. The Poconos are a beautiful getaway, but living here your entire life almost begins to feel like a prison. Most of the jobs around are either retail or resort jobs; this leads to irregular hours, (most of the time) no benefits, and low pay because the companies understand the horrible job climate and know someone will take that low-paying, unsteady job anyway. More dollar stores sprout up each year as I drive to work and back. (I love me some dollar stores, but it is hard to convince me otherwise about how financially lackluster the area can be.) Not to mention the people just look sad as they walk around.
Other parts of Pennsylvania have their own struggles similar to these; I understand that as I begin packing my belongings and bringing them over. But, where I’m moving, there are still more job opportunities due to being closer to the more urban settings. I also live five minutes away from a small town with both chain stores and mom and pops, which gives even more unique potential. (I can already tell you that I have had more job interview calls while applying for new work than I ever had applying for jobs in the Poconos.) Even better, I am right by all of my/our friends and have a supportive family unit while also letting me fall on my ass and make my own mistakes while learning what it is to “adult”.
Since I have been so diligent with packing and figuring out this move over the past few weeks, I am about to head out to the pool and have a much-needed relaxation day. Once my mind clears, then I can figure out how to fit and arrange all of this makeup in a new space!
Very rarely will I fall off the wagon so hard due to depression or anxiety like in the past; quite frankly, I do not miss that happening one bit. I also know that low points and relapses are a continuous part of life and healing. Despite that, when you spend more time feeling happy rather than miserable, you forget just how exhausting it is to be upset or worried all of the time.
I would be lying to you all if I told you that I have been walking around with my head held high and looking fierce and flawless (as I enjoy once in a blue moon). You want to know what my last week or two has really been like?
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While my best friend’s wedding gave me a taste of just how stressful being in the wedding party can be, the day itself was incredibly beautiful. Not only was the venue beautiful, but all of us friends celebrating had a great time, too. The top photo is practically everyone’s new Facebook cover photo, since it captures the happiness and goofiness we all emit when we are together. But so much fun (and my niece getting a pretty owwie boo boo the other day from the dog) also calls for some personal R&R. And I’m more than happy to share some steps with you.
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