While my two months challenge becomes a lifetime goal (writing a novel: I keep on writing but this thing is getting gigantic) I enjoy simple things of life like applying popular science to my day to day life.
The latest episode which confirmed of my awesomeness happened yesterday.
The story
Two weeks ago I felt like shopping. I know for some readers this might not be something particularly surprising but for me it is. I like shopping but I am not always in the mood to buy and most importantly I don't always have enough clarity of intent to perform an excellent purchase. Two weeks ago the story was different, two weeks ago my debit card and I were out to conquer the world one accessory and trouser at a time. As always within the limits of my current account liquidity.
It's been a couple of years I have been on a quest for a black blazer. Something comparable to theory's but that wouldn't require a five year loan for its purchase. I was looking for a must of the modern wardrobe that would complement many different outfits. And there it was in Zara. It was gazing at me with its great features of elegance and accessibility: only €50 euros and it would have been mine. I took a chance, tried it on and... it was fitting perfectly. Zara is definitely tha place! Everything was too perfect to be a story with my name as the protagonist: there was a stain! Horrible!!! After dread came dispair, and after dispair came curiosity and after curiosity here there was: hope. It was a glue stain, the blazer must have been stored on top of the stack and a sticker with size and other features could have been in that spot for long. By gently scratching the surface a little bit of that glue came off: from that moment it was a challenge between the stain and me.
I purchased the blazer and brought it home.
The first attempt
Once back at home I tried to keep on scratching on the area, also with the aid of a wet cloth. Slowly, but really slowly, some of that glue was coming off, but I would gained myself hand arthrosis if I had continued like that, not to mention the fabric would have been damaged. What to do now? Why fashion turns on me?
Eureka!
And there it came, a simple learning that I had acquired in my young years as apprentice at my mother service. It was a glue stain it could be solved with an old trick used to remove chewingum and other sticky stuff from fabric: iron + paper.
I placed a thin sheet of paper on the spot and ironed the area. After two strokes with the iron the blazer was back to its original awesomeness and I was ready to wear it for the night.
The latest episode which confirmed of my awesomeness happened yesterday.
The story
Two weeks ago I felt like shopping. I know for some readers this might not be something particularly surprising but for me it is. I like shopping but I am not always in the mood to buy and most importantly I don't always have enough clarity of intent to perform an excellent purchase. Two weeks ago the story was different, two weeks ago my debit card and I were out to conquer the world one accessory and trouser at a time. As always within the limits of my current account liquidity.
It's been a couple of years I have been on a quest for a black blazer. Something comparable to theory's but that wouldn't require a five year loan for its purchase. I was looking for a must of the modern wardrobe that would complement many different outfits. And there it was in Zara. It was gazing at me with its great features of elegance and accessibility: only €50 euros and it would have been mine. I took a chance, tried it on and... it was fitting perfectly. Zara is definitely tha place! Everything was too perfect to be a story with my name as the protagonist: there was a stain! Horrible!!! After dread came dispair, and after dispair came curiosity and after curiosity here there was: hope. It was a glue stain, the blazer must have been stored on top of the stack and a sticker with size and other features could have been in that spot for long. By gently scratching the surface a little bit of that glue came off: from that moment it was a challenge between the stain and me.
I purchased the blazer and brought it home.
The first attempt
Once back at home I tried to keep on scratching on the area, also with the aid of a wet cloth. Slowly, but really slowly, some of that glue was coming off, but I would gained myself hand arthrosis if I had continued like that, not to mention the fabric would have been damaged. What to do now? Why fashion turns on me?
Eureka!
And there it came, a simple learning that I had acquired in my young years as apprentice at my mother service. It was a glue stain it could be solved with an old trick used to remove chewingum and other sticky stuff from fabric: iron + paper.
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I placed a thin sheet of paper on the spot and ironed the area. After two strokes with the iron the blazer was back to its original awesomeness and I was ready to wear it for the night.
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