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putthison:

Emergency Spot Cleaning 

A few days ago, I was sitting outside and enjoying a turkey sandwich from a local deli when a few drops of juice from the tomatoes fell onto my wool trousers. 

This is far from the first time i’ve been irresponsible while eating food. When I had a job that required me to travel almost weekly for half a year, stains would inevitably find their way to my clothing while I was hours away from being able to rush the garment to my dry cleaner or treat the stain myself at home. 

One of the most important thing you learn about stains and how to remove them is to treat the stain as quickly as possible. It’s for this reason that I started carrying around a Tide-to-Go pen. For the past few years, I’ve always kept one in my briefcase and this thing is nothing short of magic. 

Place a small amount of its liquid solution on the stain, apply friction and let it dry. It’s worked for me on wool and cotton (fortunately, I haven’t had to test it on silk just yet) and in just a few minutes, too. 

The only stains I’ve found it doesn’t work so well on were oily grease stains, which the product’s website openly admits. Regardless, for a few bucks it’s worth having around if you’re a bit of a messy person.

-Kiyoshi

I’d always wondered about the efficacy of stain remover pens, but never really bothered with trying them out.  I don’t really stain my clothes, though.

WIWT: Ahh, spring break.  I needed this.  All I’ve done so far is some much-needed cleaning, as well as going HAM on home supply shopping.  Oh, and reading.  So much reading.  I’ve read at least six books this week.  It’s kind of a haze for me.  I couldn’t be happier.
Anyway, I didn’t really have anything to do today except cook, read, and run a few errands but I decided to dress in something other than jeans and a tee shirt.  I think I looked good, and that, in turn, made me feel good.

Side note, I keep fucking up my heels.  It wasn’t my dub monks this time.  I figure by the time my feet stop getting cut up and heal completely, I’ll be an old man walking with a limp anyway.  Might as well get a cane.  Also, one of my shoes is squeaky.  I’m gonna have to check the insoles.

ANYWAY, enough about me, let’s talk about my outfit.  What do you think?

ethandesu:

Old Napoli elegance.

Alfonso was our host at what is possibly the best meal I have ever eaten, at lunch yesterday with the good people of Caccioppoli. I had been forewarned by Salva that this man is an artist with food, and an artist in how he delivers it, how he explains it. With a charicaturish flourish of his hands, Salva showed me the passionate delivery I was to expect when Alfonso described each dish. And he did move his hands in such a way, his words rolled like poetry, and he was possibly the most charming man I have ever met.

And he had an elegance of dress that Salva attributed to all older Neapolitan men - from Alfonso to Ambrosi senior to Rubinacci - a kinder Neapolitan look. Soft shouldered, but delicately so. Draped and full and generous, but subtle. Like beautifuloldclothes. Well worn and worn well.

And in grey pants. Only in dark grey pants, or so says Salvatore.

Good god, I love this blog.

Almost done.

Visiting my little sister in a nutshell.

FUCK.