Results from the completely non-existent contest where I scrounged the globe looking for the perfect t-shirt model have come to an end after virtually no time spent on it at all.
I had to give my wife the job. Not only because she is smokin’ hot, but because, well… uh… well I can’t think of anything else other than she’s just smokin’ hot. That’s a good enough reason.
This business is fun. Not only do I get to rifle through thousands of unique t-shirts and experience personal memories related to the shirt or develop an image in my head of who might have owned it or who might buy it, but I also get to have my wife try on women’s tees.
I love my wife in a t-shirt. She does not love being in a t-shirt unless she’s going to sleep, and which point the t-shirt is three sizes too big anyway. I don’t know why I think it’s sexy. Maybe it’s the form fitting nature of a good t-shirt. Maybe it’s because when she wears a t-shirt she’s in a more natural mode than when she has makeup on and looking all made-up and whatnot. Or maybe it’s because I was a skateboarder in a past life and hung out with a lot of skater chicks who wore t-shirts.
Whatever the case may be, I seek out t-shirts to sell for women AND that my wife can model for me because it just gives me one more opportunity to look at her while I work.
Who can argue with that logic?