These are some shirt labels, well over a century old, that my great-great-grandfather the tailor used in his work. My dad has a roll of them, and as my attitude about old, heirloomy things (if practicable) is that generally they should be used, I wheedled him into giving me three.
So. Here I’ve found myself a nice, plain white t-shirt, from which I’ve removed the original label. Don’t even get me started on how hard it is to find plain t-shirts that fit well (not too short), are made well, and don’t cost more than a birthday pony. It’s HARD, man.
My stitching is horrible, but it does the trick. Now I have to hope that this doesn’t disintegrate in the wash.