I love my shirt

I have a favorite shirt. It is over fifteen years old now. Plaid, collarless flannel in blues and whites. From a store that has since closed its doors forever. A men's shirt. So soft and so very comfortable. Probably one of the only patterned shirts I own. I don't wear it as often as I'd like because I prefer it ironed first and am really too lazy to iron often. But I'm wearing it today on this cold, grey day and it makes me feel happy. I ironed it fresh this morning and hummed Donovan's "I Love My Shirt" while doing so.