Clooless Many Thoughts Shirt

The other day, I was rummaging through a box in the attic – a dusty treasure trove of forgotten things. Found an old, faded concert tee from a band I’m pretty sure I only liked for a summer. That sparked a whole chain reaction of memories. I started thinking about the graphic tees I’ve worn over the years, from cheesy band merch to slogans that seemed incredibly profound at seventeen, and ultimately, about the current state of my wardrobe, which is, let’s be honest, in need of a serious overhaul. A sense of gentle bewilderment washed over me, a feeling that frequently accompanies the adult experience of trying to match socks.

Then, the focus sharpened, I recalled the specific shirt that started it all; the one that became a part of this entire thought process. It wasn’t a vintage band shirt, nor was it some ironic statement piece. It was, rather, something more… understated. It was the Clooless Many Thoughts Shirt. The name itself, slightly clumsy, spoke volumes about my current state of mind. I remember buying it at a quirky little boutique downtown, the kind that smelled faintly of patchouli and unsold dreams. The design, simple yet strangely captivating, displayed a cloud, perhaps, or a tangled skein of yarn, with the words – “Clooless, Many Thoughts” – scrawled across it in a slightly wonky font.

The words “Clooless, Many Thoughts” resonated then and even now. They described a constant state of being. I wear it on those days I don’t feel like the best version of myself. Those days when the to-do list seems endless, the laundry pile threatens to topple, and my brain feels like a scrambled egg. It’s like a quiet acknowledgement to the chaos swirling within me. I suppose most of us have those moments. I think that’s why this shirt felt instantly familiar, instantly me. I pulled the shirt on the next morning. It was a little faded, a little worn at the edges, exactly as I liked it. It’s comfort, in soft cotton, that somehow seemed to absorb all the worries of my day. I walked the dog, and the shirt somehow helped to make sense of the world, even though I had that familiar feeling of the endless ‘what ifs’ running through my mind.