Spring green coloring streaked across the thighs of my boot-cut jeans. Frustration simmered in my gut. Even after two washes with that janky stain remover from Ihr Platz, my creamed spinach spill remains.
When I feel fussy about such inconveniences, I laugh at myself, too. Stains suggest that someone lives in these clothes. Stacy and Clinton probably wrinkle their noses - oh, the horror! - but life is too short to save eccentricity for old age. I love my jeans, and no vegetable-related accident will change that!
In addition to spinach, I have spilled turmeric-saturated Indian food on my less-than-fashionable garb. A little bright yellow never hurt anyone, right? Sadly, I outgrew those jeans.
My favorite article of stained clothing is my Weathervane khakis. On the right thigh, a few silver dots pattern the fabric. The ink came from a CD marker in the Patients' Library. We labeled all of the new CDs and DVDs - apparently at the expense of my clothes.
At the cuff of the right pant leg, bicycle grease smudges the edges. My green ten-speed stole off into the night, but its gears left their mark on my clothes.
Do you have favorite clothing stains? Why or why not?
Sunday, December 13, 2009
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