When I went to Wales last year, my friend Binooby gave me this great Pashmina/Scarf/Shawl/Dress-up-Your-Turtleneck-Accessory thing.
Now that it's winter here in NC, it's rotated back into my wardrobe. Last week I jauntily wrapped it around my neck and headed out the door to Hot Sauce's car ... with a cup of coffee. It's finally become cold enough that Hot Sauce has rescinded the "no rain, no top" edict in the Miata but I still wear my leather gloves on our commute. Only sometimes - the fingers of the gloves cut off the circulation in my hand. So as we were rocketing down the road, I removed a glove ... while holding my hot, very full, coffee cup.
A few minutes later the blood was re-circulating through my fingers and they got cold again.
So, because I am B-R-I-L-I-A-N-T ... I tried to put my glove back on ... one-handedly. OF COURSE, when you do STUPID THINGS ... you pay for it.
Slosh went the coffee - all over one end of the Pashmina/Scarf/Shawl/Dress-up-Your-Turtleneck-Accessory. There was no way to blot the stain, and by the time I got to the office, it had dried. *sigh* All day long as I sat at my desk, I'd catch a whiff of coffee smell and it drove me SO CRAZY, I took it off and hung it up. At the end of the day I brought it home and threw it on the back of my "hat-rack/coat-tree/dinning room table" chair.
This weekend when I did laundry, I figured I'd better soak the scarf, then gently hand launder it.
That's when I discovered HOW AMAZING it really is.
I CANNOT FIND THE STAIN ANYWHERE!!!
At first, I thought maybe it was because I was in crapy light. So I walked into a different room. Still no visible stain.
Then I turned on the BLINDINGLY BRIGHT ceiling light (that I hate with a passion). Same result. NO STAIN.
THEN I WAKED OUTSIDE into the North Carolina sunshine.
I have decided this is my most FAVORITE piece of clothing E-V-A-H!
I might like it even better than my Dad's old paint-stained and patched workshirt that I wear.
And my former boss' (very baggy on me) slightly ripped J.Petterman canvas buttondown shirt.
And my bother's adolscent gold and white terry-cloth robe that I nicked when I moved to Arizona. (or maybe even before that, as he'd been long gone from our house when I moved.)
So - Ms. Binooby - thank you, thank you, thank you AGAIN for the lovely gift.
(ps: Photo credit C.H. Paquette Photography. (and arm in this picture is not Binooby's))