Plaid Shirt Descriptive Writing

The plaid shirt was covering my tank top, the sleeves rolled up to the elbows and the collar soaked with sweat. The faded red had been stained a dark crimson from the sweat pouring off me. I threw another bale onto the hayrack, straw getting caught in my shirt. I grabbed the open front of my shirt and shook free the straw. I rubbed the sleeve of the plaid shirt across my brow, to wipe away the sweat.
I grabbed the final bale off the last hay rack of the day and threw it over the side, towards where my brothers were standing. I peel the wet plaid shirt off my arms and back. I flip it around till I find a dry spot on the shirt, which I then use to wipe the sweat from my face. I pull it away and look at it. It was stained with a long, hot, day’s