One of the signs of fall around our house is a change in what I wear when I’m writing. As the weather gets colder, I go from shorts and t-shirts to sweats. I have a lot of t-shirts. When I go to a conference, I buy souvenirs. T-shirts are relatively cheap and easy to pack. Some of my favorites have worn out quickly, like the t-shirt from Malice III, the first Malice Domestic I attended, and the lovely, super-soft, dark brown t-shirt from the last ever Mayhem in the Midlands. Another that was worn into the scrap bin was a memento of the Great Ice Storm of ’98, when we went for nearly a week without heat, lights, or (gasp!) computers or phones. Some of the places I’ve been to for book signings or to give talks have given me t-shirts emblazoned with their store or library logos. And, of course, I’m a sucker for cute cat t-shirts
When the t-shirts overran a drawer in the dresser, they got their own shelf in the linen closet. Right now I have over fifty of them in there.So, naturally, when I needed a topic for today’s post, I thought of sharing some of my favorites. Fortunately, the t-shirts divide themselves fairly neatly into just a few categories. Let’s start with Maine. Here’s an oldie but goodie, commemorating the national championship won by the University of Maine Black Bears ice hockey team. A lot of those players went on to shine in the next winter Olympics, on both the U.S. and the Canadian teams.
From bears to moose seems like a natural transition.
And from there we go to a library event years ago at the Portland Public Library. I’ve always loved this t-shirt. And fellow Maine Crime Writer Kate Flora has one just like it.
There are all kinds of writer t-shirts for sale at the conferences I attend. I picked this one up because it made me laugh, but since I have a great agent, I’ve never worn it.
The one below tells you who I blame when I find too many typos in my manuscripts (or in my blogs!)
Speaking of cats, I seem to have a lot of t-shirts that feature them, from the fantastic . . .
to the just plain silly.
This one says “cat aerobics instructor” on the back. Once, coming back from a conference, someone on the plane with me wanted to know if that was a real job.
Lest you think I only love cats, let me add two more favorites, one from a trip to a long-ago Seattle Bouchercon
(this was research, of course!) and the other a t-shirt I bought just for fun.
What do your favorite t-shirts say?