This line made me stop what I was doing and Google: Chamois Shirts.
Chamois shirts are, apparently, a type of heavy cotton flannel.
The type of shirt that you would wear on a camping trip, or outdoor chopping wood on a crisp fall day.
They don’t look half bad.
Maybe I’ll get one.
Just don’t make the mistake I did and first Google: “Chamois.”
It returns some kind of small goat/antelope native to Europe and Turkey.
Such a great description, I can almost see Lamott’s dad strolling up.
Smell is the most memorable sense, after all.
I can remember exactly how he smelled—of chamois shirts, beer, cigarettes. He smelled like a tall male, and of hiking, and of books and blue jeans.
-Anne Lamott, Traveling Mercies
