JUST A LOAD OF FLUFF!

At Christmas, Mum gave me a voucher to a boutique which I used to love shopping in. I say " used to" because when I put on weight, nothing from there fitted me after a while. It was Mum's way of saying that with so much weight lost, I'd earned the right to shop there again. Exciting stuff for me.

Two days ago I got time to use the voucher and I was delighted because everything in the shop was on sale for $50. In some cases this was less than half price! I chose two beautiful hot pink tops. One was sleeveless with cornelli work ( embroidery) around the hem. The other was an Indian style, free flowing top.

With my two purchases safely ensconced in a carry bag I headed off to Coles to buy milk and a couple of other things. At the checkout the girl asked if she could put the 3 items in the carry bag I was carrying. As they were not fridge or freezer items I couldn't see a problem, though I did say a little prayer that the milk would not explode over my beautiful pink tops,

Well... it exploded. In the five minutes it took to arrive home, it exploded over my brand new clothes. I had no option but to put my brand new, not yet worn garments into the wash.

An hour later when I lifted up the washing machine lid, I stood there in a daze. One of the tops ( the one with the stunning Cornelli work) had literally exploded. The washing machine was full of pink fluff and both tops were coated in the same fluffy mixture. Reaching in to retrieve the wet mess was fun and soon I too was covered in hot pink fluff. Of course I was wearing black which only served to highlight the vibrant colour.

I shook the culprit garment outside so I could ascertain the damage. Fluff flew around the courtyard making the small area look like a fairyland. Within minutes the trees and pavers were pink. How could one top carry so much fluff?

I returned to the washing machine and removed handfuls of fluff. I couldn't get it all so I grabbed the vacuum cleaner and vacuumed the washing machine and the floor. Luckily the cord could reach outside so I could vacuum the pavers, the bushes and the soil. With half the garden beds in my vacuum bag, things looked a bit better. I looked at the culprit again. Where beautiful embroidery had once sat, now there were holes and fluff. I threw it in the bin.

Yes, I should have returned it.

Hours later on my way home, I rang the girls to rescue the bag from the bin and return it to the shop

for me. I had messaged the shop with my story and though the customer care manager sounded a tad unbelieving, she said she would like to see the garment before helping me out. She told me they had sold hundreds of this top with no problems. Well, if something is going to go wrong, it will go wrong to me lady. The stories I could tell you!

Till next time, as I continue to pull pink fluff out of my hair ... Xxx

                                                                                                                                                             ST