the power of the kissing shirt

 

 

I have been writing to you for so long I cannot remember which stories I have actually shared with you.

But I love this one and the lesson it has taught me so much that I will repeat it if that is the case.

When I was 20 I had this soft, so soft, pale pink flannel  shirt. It was so soft and pretty. It had magic powers, or so I thought, if I wore it , I seemed to always get kissed.

This shirt became sought after, even famous, for its magical qualities. All my roommates  and friends wanted to borrow it – you know, when the need arose.

Needless to say the shirt got  passed around. Remember what our mothers would say about getting passed around? Hey, it was the shirt!

 

One good friend and I tossed it back and forth between us over the course of a year. When she got engaged and married, I wrapped it for her – hoping, well, you know that the kissing before marriage and the kissing after would be of equal vigor, enthusiasm and frequency.

I have been back in touch with her and love both this girl and our shared history with the kissing shirt.  Would you believe her name is Nancy too? We both called each other Nance Romance. She has been married more than a few decades. They have a good marriage, I would say. After all, she has the kissing shirt.

What is my point? One never knows because it takes me forever to get there.

My point is many things but at the very least that it was not the kissing shirt. It was the being open to being kissed.

Being open is the most critical and  powerful thing we can have. But sometimes it helps to throw a little faith into something outside of ourselves.

 

 

 

Not only getting back in touch with nance made me think of this shirt but also one of my artists – out of nowhere – started calling me nance romance. Love that- click here for why a nickname is always better for me than ms. mrs. ma’am or sir

One thought on “the power of the kissing shirt

  1. Great story! We should have been roommates!

    I feel like you are writing my stories. We are so alike. It’s weird.
    Happy Friday!
    Xxoo
    Sue

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