My husband, a creature of habit

My husband is nothing if not consistent. Every morning, he has a medium hazlenut coffee and a bran muffin. He comes home from work to brush his teeth after lunch. When groceries are needed, there is one store at which they are purchased. When wine is drunk, it's red and Spanish. And when clothes are taken out and unfolded and put on, they are usually jeans and a polo shirt.

The jeans are medium-blue, and boot cut. The polo shirts are blue, green, or brown. The predictable result of so much consistency is, naturally, that Patrick's shopping habits boil down to twice-yearly trips to JC Penney's, where approximately two pairs of jeans, and no less than four polo shirts are purchased. Thus his wardrobe is provisioned.

The other predictable result is, with such regular and constant use, the polo shirts wear out. Over the course of several months, there is the slow creep of frayed threads, pinholes, and ragged collars. Eventually, the threshold is crossed, and the Resourceful Wife (that's me) stealthily removes the battered shirt from the Consistent Husband's laundry pile, and squirrels it away in her craft room. If he notices they're gone, he never lets on.

One polo shirt yields eighteen 6 x 6 squares. Five shirts made this blanket.

I suppose the wearabouts of his worn-out shirts will become all too obvious when he sees this, eh? Oh well.