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It was my 24th birthday, and I wanted a T-shirt. It was two years ago, in April of 2014, when I found out that no one wanted to gift me this Blue Blue Japan Indigo-Dyed Cotton-Jersey T-Shirt ($160). The wrapping paper had been torn through, the candles were blown out, but my wish did not come true.
Armed with birthday cash, I checked online, but was greeted with a painful sold out notification. So I did what I considered to be the next best thing at the time: I two-day shipped some indigo dye from Amazon and sacrificed a blue shirt to a grand experiment. The results were... not great. My cheap imitation made it look like I had just gone through a strenuous workout that made only one blotch of my chest sweaty.
So I put the shirt away and only wear it to sleep so that I can dream that I have the proper BBJ version. I accepted that it was gone forever, much like the slim chance that I would ever be a Japanese style god. But, while browsing BBJ’s offerings on Mr Porter recently, I spotted her. Same light blue orb floating just off center like an ascending moon cast on an otherwise dark blue indigo tee. I will not make the same mistake as before.