babba t-shirts are made with the finest organic cotton by people who love making t-shirts! T-shirts made with love lift you up and make you feel happy! Mass-produced t-shirts bring you down, make you feel dull and boring. Here is the story of one of those sad t-shirts.

Once upon a time in a country far far away there lived a Sad Lady. This lady was nice- she was a good mum to her four children- but she was still sad. Every day she would travel miles and miles away from her home to a small, dirty factory and work sewing clothes together. Inside was hot and cramped and at the end of each day she would return home sweaty and exhausted.

The Sad lady didn’t know what to do. All she wanted was to earn enough money to keep her children safe and happy but after a hard week at work all she had was a few coins, barely enough for food. The Sad Lady felt her life was hopeless and more sadness filled her big heart.

One day the Sad Lady went to work and was ordered to make t-shirts. She took the pieces of cheap material and began to sew, pouring her frustration and longing into the work. Every stitch she sewed spoke of her melancholy and despair. As she finished she looked down at the fruits of her labour and her heart sank. It was the saddest looking t-shirt she had ever seen.
The first thing the Sad T-shirt could remember was how hot it was! And then rough hands bundling it into dark places. It seemed to have a shape printed across its front but didn’t understand what the symbol meant. The Sad T-shirt was alone and afraid. It sighed a little t-shirt sigh and waited for what was to come.

Months later the t-shirt had travelled many thousands of miles; been pushed, squashed and hurt; and had finally been sold. Its owner was careless and cruel and the Sad T-shirt was torn and stained in many places. Sadness had overtaken the poor t-shirt’s fabric heart. Since the factory it had seen many other t-shirts identical to itself and had realised it was not special or unique (a terrible thing to think even if you’re a t-shirt). It searched its memory and could vaguely recall the sensation of growing and of sunshine but those times were gone. The Sad T-shirt waited in a heap on the floor and spread its sadness whenever it was worn.