Today it was going through my tall dresser in the closet to pull out the work shirts filled with holes. I’ve replaced them the last few months with new shirts that are going through the delicate cycle from now on, because apparently my washing machine loves to rip my work shirts apart.
I cut the identifying logos for these and I plan to see if the local no-kill shelter would like to use these as rags or something for the animals staying there to sleep on. We’ll see if they take them. Eight shirts out of my closet and out of my home!
Progress!
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