Damn it, I spilled coffee drips on my brand. spanking. new. white-as-white-can-get lace-lined tank top. This is why I rarely buy new things. This was a replacement for my ruined one that a child-who-shall-not-be-named borrowed constantly. Somehow, she managed to break straps for All Tank Tops. It also had holes in the lace linings.
But that’s not why I started this entry. Well, it is now.
I’m really disappointed. That happens a lot with clothes I buy/receive that I love due to how they make me look and feel. Something that makes me feel good doesn’t tend to last long. It gets lost or damaged or washed in the wrong temperature or “borrowed” and then ruined or lost due to the borrowing.
Thanks to the Fibromyalgia, I have some coordination issues and depth perception issues and so for my entire life I’ve had the dropsies. I’ve had the dripsies. I’ve had the tripsies and the tipsies, the topsies and turveys.
To say the least, I’m not really athletic. 😉
Due to these particular Psies, I typically don’t wear much white. Except I love to wear white. I’m envious of people who wear a lot of white, and not only that… but they seem to be able to wear the same white items for years and years and years without ruinous stains or the yellowing of bleach or the accidental tinting from other clothing. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy for them. I can be happy and envious at the same time. I don’t discriminate.
I guess I need a bleach pen or a Tide pen or whatever those nifty things are.
EDIT: I have some awesome co-workers. They have a Tide pen and let me borrow it. I’ll know for sure when the pen stuff dries but I think I got the dripsies stains out. Oh stop. It took me seven minutes to write this even though I’m at work. I never write at work. OK, I might start an idea and save it for later but that’s it. Eight minutes. 😛