We have a running joke about pictures of me in t-shirts, Callaghan and me, and it’s been a while.
So, here’s one from yesterday:
I remember the first time I wore this shirt. We went to Fry’s Electronics, and the guy stationed at the EXIT door asked, “Do you really speak French?” as we were leaving.
“Yes,” I answered. But barely, I finished in my head.
That’s meaning number 1: “Pardon my French” in the literal sense, because my French is full of holes.
Meaning number 2: “Pardon My French” is American slang for, “YES, I SWORE,” often with the snarky sub-text of, “SORRY I’M NOT SORRY.” It’s a handy way to acknowledge that you used profanity while expressing that you don’t care. I tend to swear freely in casual conversation… not angrily, just casually. (It’s a habit I should probably lose, but I can switch it off when appropriate, so why bother?)
All in all, “Pardon My French” is an easily understandable expression t-shirt for me. It’s also one of those shirts you want to live in because it’s so soft and thin and comfortable. It’s voluminous – long and loose with tight sleeves – and it’s gray, my favorite color.
Happy Friday, All!
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Besides the obvious that you are so adorable & pretty!? I love everything in this bottom pic!! Shoes, necklace (I had to zoom in on it 😉) the book shelves and the pretty carpet!! 😊 Have a great weekend Kristi!! xoxo
Thank you, Colleen! You’re so sweet! The shoes are new and they’re from Target and SO comfortable (I never thought I’d get gladiator sandals, but year after year, they just won’t go away, so I finally caved and got some, lol). I got the necklace in France… I’m loving shades of orangey-red right now. =) Oh, the carpet is from Target, too, by the way! Thanks, and you have a great weekend, too, Colleen! oxox