White Shirts

Okay, so yesterday morning the following occurred to me; but it was so stinking hot that I didn't get around to posting it - sorry!
As I was trying to figure out what to wear to church, I had a weird realization. First of all, I realized that I spend way too much time worrying about what to wear to church, it is not like I am the fashion guru of Santa Barbara that people look to see what the latest fashion trends are. Second, and more important, I realized that I only have 1 white shirt. Which is weird, because I used to have like 20.
We used to have a golden retriever, who quickly helped me to purge all black clothing from my closet, since any time I wore something black I was like a walking billboard for a lint brush. But now I have like 10 black shirts and only 1 white one. This wouldn't be that big of a deal except that it seems like just yesterday I was rummaging through my closet trying to find a clean white shirt. I went through the usual - this one's too big, this one's too small, the bra I have to wear with that one is dirty, that one makes me look gross - and please don't tell me if I am the only one to have these conversations with myself! I ended up with like 23 white shirts spread all over my bed, and as I looked closer I also noticed that they all had some sort of stain on them. Sad, right? And yes, I do own bleach. But the ironic thing about all those stains was that looking at all those shirts with smudges and stains was like looking at a scrapbook. I could easily tell which ones were left from cheesy cheeto fingers pulling on my shirt to get attention, which ones were left from gooey chocolate hugs around my neck, the ones on the shoulders left behind from drips of blood from crying kids who had hurt themselves (it is amazing how much the human mouth bleeds when it gets cut!), and sadly which ones I did all on my own because I still have not learned the art of eating Italian food without spilling something on myself. I remember thinking to myself, hey - I should just take a picture of all these shirts lying on the bed and my scrapbooks would be a lot easier to keep up to date! And now, somehow, those shirts have all found their way into the garbage or thrift store box, and I had only one left. And amazingly, it was still white! So I wore it to church, and ended up helping in the nursery. Now I can add it to the scrapbook collection.