My Taste Is Better Than Yours

I finally washed my Luella Kurt cardigan for the first time since I bought it, which has to be over a year ago. I know, I know, I am disgusting. And I know this because it took three (hand) washes to get clean. It also took three (hand) washes for me to realise why it says ‘dry clean only’ on the tag. BECAUSE IT WAS FADING FROM BLACK TO GREY. Now I don’t even know if it was dirty or if the greyish water seeping from Kurt the first, second and third time I soaked and rinsed it was actually its colour abandoning me.

So yes. Luella cardigans are the exception to the rule. Normally most overpriced knitwear can be handwashed even though it says ‘dry clean only’. Kurt, I wish I’d listened. I’m sorry.

I also managed to burn off half my face with an old facepack which I realise now, in retrospect, was 99% acid. I’ve got a red ring around my face, like someone placed a huge mug full of steaming hot coffee on it. For some reason my inner face survived the acid attack. Huh.

EPIC FAIL.

Although there is a lesson to be learnt here: do not clean or clear (which is how I found that stupid sulphuric facepack in the first place). EVER.