You probably didn't know this, but I attract stains.
Literally, I am a walking 'white shirt' welcoming all sorts of crappy and annoying stains that are the result of my utter clumsiness. The worst part is that it seems like these said stains always occur when I'm wearing something new, and/or when I'm eating or drinking something with super-staining agents: fruity desserts (with fruit syrups and/or sauces), tea, wine, tomato sauce... alcohol. I mean it's one thing to find stains after a night of debauchery. But it's a completely different scenario when staining occurs while you are absolutely lucid and sober. I tend to dance around the latter scene.
So this morning I decided to break-in a new sweater that I got on-sale from Banana Republic (Gotta love Banana's sale items!). Wearing it was not a big deal AT ALL. It was on-sale for $19.99, which doesn't exactly scream "wear with caution." So whatever. But the fact is, just an hour into my work day I was visited by the Stain Gods as I clumsily "sipped" on a cup of tea. Somehow, I sipped too fast or something, and the tea happened to jump out of my cup and onto my sweater. No joke. (Ask me to replay the scene later, and I promise you I will.)
Thankfully, I had a water bottle close by so I was able to dab the tea droplets before they could really set in. Despite that valiant effort, I can still see the slight trace of tea stain on a part of my sweater. Sure, it could be my eyes playing tricks on me, but more than likely that is not the case. (That option is just never in the cards for me.)
At any rate, this stain-ful experience made me take a quick step back, and think of all of those times that I have faced stain-inducing instances. After recalling the 532nd occurrence, I felt called to blog about it just because I can.
Damn you, stains.
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1 year ago