Storyful Shirts :: The Mardi Gras T

Ahh, the T-Shirt.Image of Mardi Gras Shirt

What is it about these soft pieces of memory that you layer in a box? You just can’t break away. Should it be re-designed, made into a blanket, crafty project, on a wall? All these are great ideas that I think of when I look into my old stash of shirts dated Y2K and beyond.

While doing a photo session the other day I just threw one up under the light, when all of a sudden, a clear vision of the reason why I loved it came to me. It was decided then and there to make it a new project, so they don’t go to waste and have a chance to return their story and memory.

Image of Purple Shirt I’ll begin with the purple Mardi Gras T-Shirt from one of the best trips ever with my Mom. It was her first driving trip to Atlanta. Georgia. She was very nervous because my Dad was usually the chauffer, and she did it with grace even though it poured down rain on us most of the night! We were going to see a musical at the Fabulous Fox Theatre. My favorite venue and dream theatre. The bill was either Thoroughly Modern Milly or ironically Singing in the Rain, I don’t recall, but do remember it was of a happy tone.

The event was a blast, and it was time for the common late-night dinner after the performance. We cruised down Peachtree to find an open sign at Huey’s, at that time an eclectically decorated New Orlean’s Style Cafe. It changed owners several times throughout our years in the city, but the first times there were our favorite.

Outdoor patios are always a pleasure, especially with Louis Armstrong playing in the background. Let’s not bypass the crazy and scrumptious menu these guys served. Cakes as high as a small mountain upon entering, hot dogs served with utensils, and let’s not forget the beignets with praline sauce. Yum. We always set out to try new things but ended up with the trusty standby. Po-Boys with shrimp, crispy chicken fingers, and my first introduction to cinnamon in my coffee.

Most of all was the decor. It was so stunning to a creative person of my age. The walls had no bare spots. From masks to feathers, to photos and more, it was a candy shop to my eyes. That’s I spotted the star of my story, the lady on the purple shirt. She was bright and exotic, and a world of color and happiness to represent our memorable trip together. Most of all. she was a gift from Mom.Image of New Orleans

If you have a T-Story you’d like to share, let us know!

Thanks for reading and feel free to share your love of color, design, and memory.

 

~ McGlamorous

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