laundry science

[rm]

So I did my laundry yesterday. In the bag coming back, I put my green Indian suit, still damp, next to a bunch of white shirts. All of the white shirts are fine, but one, which is covered with dye from the suit, eventhough the suit didn't shed dye onto anything else. What's up with that? I am consoling myself by saying that shirt was getting too tight in the arms anyway, but finding white shirts (which I love) that I don't hate, is an ordeal and this is seriously, seriously, irksome to me. My fencing shirts are thankfully pristine, but this thing is splattered with green and gold. Which come to think of it, does sort of put this in a "I know what I did to deserve this" category. Grrrrrr.

And I have no idea what to wear to the damn contra dance tonight, and no idea why I seem to be exhibiting self-restraint about it. Okay, fuck self-restraint, but I really wish the dry-cleaner wouldn't put creases into my billowy sleaves.

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[rm.livejournal.com]

Well because of the Vintage Dance thing, it comes up a lot in my vague social circle. And of course, above I had meant to write "men in skirts" not "shirts" because while they were also wearing shirts, that was not in fact the unusual part.