Saturday, July 5, 2008

The Death of a Skirt

... the end of an era. (Or, why I should not be allowed to use black dry erase markers ever again.)

Friday afternoon proved to be a tragic day in the life of my wardrobe. Now, this isn't the first time I have managed to get marker all over myself (the running office joke is that I am cursed with the black ones in particular), and normally it wouldn't warrant a blog posting. However, the spontaneous marker explosion (ok, I took the cap off and the tip fell out, so it wasn't quite that dramatic) that took place in first period resulted in this:

That's right... it was THAT skirt. The beautiful Anne Taylor skirt I have owned and worn for TWELVE years! I took my "Parkway School District Star 8th Grader" pictures in that skirt. I also took my High School Senior pictures in that skirt. It was the perfect summer weight and color. I literally shed a single rolling tear, knowing from previous experience that this stuff does not come out of clothing (although, from a bit of on-line research I've heard Murphy's Oil Soap works wonders, if you are ever faced with this delimma in a country that actually sells Murphy's Oil Soap).

However, when I got home and removed it I was faced with this, the ultimate skirt-death irony.

(no, you didn't read that wrong... it says "made in korea")

That's right, people, my skirt lived a long, full life, then came home to die. If that's not mildly hilarious, I don't know what is.


Allison said...

I'm shocked that you can wear clothes from middle school. I am about 47 sizes bigger now than I used to be.

Sorry about your skirt.

Brother said...

We are getting closer...

Anonymous said...

I am so very sorry. My thoughts and prayers are with you. I shall light a candle. Auntie