I’ve put a piece of toilet paper under the holes so you can really appreciate them.
The teensy hole in the blue shirt was something I discovered today as I was looking in the mirror, discerning just how noticeable the giant coffee spot was on the front of my shirt that had spilled there on my drive in. For an 8:30 meeting. With a lot of people.
The coffee spot was very noticeable, in case you were wondering.
I “hid” the teensy starter hole by scrunching up the sleeves.
I was pretty much a hot mess.
But back to the business at hand, or should I say elbow.
Notice how they’re all right there, in the same spot?? I’ve really done some examining of my desk space and don’t see an obvious hole-maker.
My Mister checked my elbow for sharp and pointy parts, but determined that while they were a bit scaly, it didn’t seem to be hole-making worthy.
So that leads us back to the original explanation. Ghosts in the closet. Who think my elbow needs freed from their cotton constraints.