COTTON IS MY LOVE LANGUAGE
Cotton is my love language.
Well, kinda. It's the only thing that I prefer to wear on my body almost 90 percent of the time. Because, duh, I'm a mother. I literally came home from yoga yesterday (yes I made it to hot yoga after 2 years and I had a religious experience, more on this later) and I walked in, the babysitter left, the babies were screaming post dinner because they were covered in broccoli and tater tots and before I attempted to lift one baby out of the high chair, I took off my lulu, and grabbed the closest cotton t-shirt available. I don't remember if it was clean or dirty, but that's beside the point. I then picked up Bo, and low and behold, he had a combination of apple juice, milk and broccoli running down his leg which proportionately trickled onto my t-shirt as soon as I put him on my hip.
Cotton washes easy. Love language. Spray some NON eco friendly spray and wash on that shit, throw it in and bam, it's clean. Like brand new. Love language. Side note: I know I should be eco-friendly. I'm working on it. I wear cotton every day. Let me re-phrase, I wear cotton t-shirts and tanks every day. It's comfortable, breathable and forgiving. Love language. There is no other option. There really is no other option when you take care of 3 babies under 5. Ketchup, slobber, marker, wine. Lots of wine.
Here's the cool thing about cotton and I'll get to the point, because there's nothing sexy or interesting about cotton past the discovery of your favorite cotton t-shirt on sale.
When I was in my 20's and driving my Bmw 325i, scooting around Beverly Hills like I owned the world, I was honestly never blinking at paying full price for my favorite James Perse t-shirt at Barneys. That was before 4 kids, several mortgages and life. I didn't know shit.
I like a sale. Love language. I show up for a sale, because let's be honest, nobody wants to pay retail. Nobody. I stumbled into Marshalls last week looking for baskets to organize my laundry room. I hate clutter. I hate it. I had 2 hours with the babysitter and Home Goods was too far away so before I walked into Bed Bath and Beyond, I turned my car left and saw a Marshalls. Yes Marshalls. Walked in for baskets, came out with 4 James Perse t-shirts. I think my receipt said $95. Love language.
I didn't hate that day. I also didn't get the baskets. Whatever. It wasn't a sale, it was Marshall's prices. I stumbled upon my favorite James Perse t-shirt, the one I used to buy at Barneys full price and I got several at astounding prices. Love language. So stock up and buy the cotton. And let's be honest ladies, your favorite uni is always jeans and a t. It's safe. It's comfortable. It's sexy. And it's also your husband's favorite too. Don't fight it. Buy it.