I’ve been going through some boxes of old clothes recently to drop off at a thrift store. One box was packed full of teeshirts I wore in high school. It was hard to get rid of the shirts. Even though I don’t wear them anymore, and most are stained and ratty-looking, they all have sentimental meaning to me. I actually made Thomas sit and listen to my stories about each one as I packed them up to go.

I think it was my mom who once jokingly asked if I was advertising for a date after I wore a Friendlys Ice Cream shirt, and then a Virgin Record shirt the next day. But when I think about it, many of my shirts were selected as a statement - though not really that statement. :) I had a unique - grunge, hippy - style in high school, and my shirts were like bumper stickers on a car. They said: I love nature, I’m open minded, these are my interests, I refuse to wear clothing brand names. One of my favorites is in the entry photo.

Going through these old shirts made me think about how we display to each other who we are, and what we stand for. I don’t have bumper stickers on my car, or the hippy paint job on my bus like I did in high school, but I guess the bus is a statement. I’ve noticed some people use their bookshelves as a statement - displyaing who they are by why the read, watch, and listen to. A blog is definately a statement. I don’t think making a statement is necessarily a bad thing - people do it everyday with what they wear, what they drive, what they hang on their walls, and what they say, but it is interesting to notice what means people use to share that information.