So I recently realized that no matter how old and grown up you think you are, you are never too old to break down and cry (for no good reason). Often times for me the “no good reason” is clothing related. After all, you are what you wear. Doing laundry after my recent Vegas vacation I decided to throw in one of my favorite black tops. I had just worn it on vacation as a cover up to TAO Beach Day Club. I looked super cute. It looked great in all the pictures. I fell madly in love with this top from Summer ‘10 all over again. I came home from vacation and put it in a bag with my dry cleaning. I want to keep it like new forever. Splurging on dry cleaning for it seems like a good idea and in case you weren't paying attention earlier- it's one of my FAVORITE black tops. Anyway, one morning decided I could get away with machine washing it one last time: cold water wash, nice and gentle. I will hang dry it and just dry clean it next time. I had dinner plans the following night and I wanted to wear it. Ok fine. Machine buzzes. Wash done. I go to unload and everything is super tangled. How annoying. I attempt to undo this intricately tangled mess of wet black stuff, and feel a familiar fabric running through most of the mess. I start to realize that familiar fabric is my favorite shirt… in pieces. The top is everywhere, twisted and torn holding the wet laundry lump together. In HORROR, I attempt to retrieve the shirt from the knotted ball of clothes – waiting to discover something salvageable. But I don’t.
…SO I cry. Waterworks. Unable to speak. Unable to stop. After a while I decide that I am better than this, I need to pull myself together. I need to calm the fu@k down and try be logical for a minute. Breath. It's just a black shirt. I can live without it. So I do what any teary eyed completely rational and super intelligent girl would do in this situation. I googled it. And guess what? They made it again for Summer ’11! So I ordered it and started the recovery process. I got the package this morning, the “new” top is perfect and now that my wardrobe has been repaired I found the strength to share my story. The lesson: Don't cry over spilled milk or ruined laundry, grow up and just google it. I think I might even order another one just to be safe.
The infamous top: http://www.shopthetrendboutique.com/bllidetopinb.html
The infamous top: http://www.shopthetrendboutique.com/bllidetopinb.html
