A White Tank Top and Lesson Learned

Sometimes I have a really hard time falling asleep. My mind is racing about a work deadline, a blog post idea, my oldest got in trouble at school, my youngest decided to cut her own hair, random errands I forgot to run, a unicorn bell I sold on Chairish and totally forgot to ship. You know, normal life chaos that everyone deals with. When I can’t turn my brain off, I tend to scroll through my favorite vintage sites. From tufted navy blue velvet sofas to coral channel back chairs to mid-century lighting, slowly but surely these pretty treasures lull me to dreamy-dreamy land.

A plain white tank top hanging on a wire coat hanger with a "M" on a tag sticking out of it. No color. Black and white pencil drawing.

About a month or so ago, late one night, I was scrolling through Everything But The House and found some art I really adored. Like “I must have this” adoration. I’m not sure what really drew me in, I mean, it was just a picture of a tank top. A plain white tank top hanging on a wire coat hanger with a “M” on a tag sticking out of it. No color. Black and white. Simple. At first I thought it was photograph but after reading the item description, I learned it was an original pencil drawing. Signed, but by no one in particular…well, I can’t say that for sure…you actually can’t make out the signature. With every second I stared at it, I adored it even more. It was simply stunning.

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