10.27.00
The last time I did laundry, upon removing the clothing from one washer I discovered that a tube of Terre Rose lipstick had found it's way into the wash and destroyed two perfectly good shirts. The lipstick was unharmed.
You'd think that I would have learned an object lesson that day and would check the pockets of all my pants before I wash them.
Guess who singlehandedly destroyed 3 pairs of pants and a sweater, a set of sheets and forced the rewashing of an entire load of laundry, using only the HIGH setting of a dryer and an innocuous tube of Terre Rose lipstick? The very same tube of Terre Rose, I might add.
It's not that I was married to the sweater or the khakis, I mean I've become incredibly tired of the whole wearing of khakis, to be honest. But they were perfectly serviceable pants that had no other blots or blemishes on them, quite unlike all of the other khakis in the other dryers full of my clothing. The other khakis I own have bleach spots, color stains and perm solution discolorations all over them. The poor damaged pants just happened to not only be unbesmirched by the toils of my job, but were also super comfortable.
Now I am forced to go out and try to replace them. Three pairs of two-year old surplus pants from Old Navy, that don't have a ridiculous flat front or pleats or any of the other nonsense and claptrap that Old Navy has tried to foist off on the public as being attractive and fashionable.
*sigh*
At least the tube of Terre Rose completely dissolved and can no longer plague my wardrobe. The worst part is that I think I only wore the lipstick twice because it wasn't the keenest color for me. I guess that's the price of beauty.
