I’m going to let you in on a little secret about second-hand stuff.
Someone has already worked out the kinks for you.
See, I recently bought a cute bag (it says “books are my bag” and I thought it was hilarious in a trying-too-hard kind of way). Because it was one of the few new things I have bought in the past many months, of course I promptly spilled coffee all over it. Then, I applied stain-remover stuff to it and totally forgot to launder it. Yesterday, I noticed it lying there and I put it in with a load of laundry, which I washed on cold.
It no longer has coffee stains, but it is is dingy and the blue is smeared all over the white part. I could spent hours trying to figure out a way to make the staining less obvious, but the effort is not worth it. The thought of it is enough to make me gnash my teeth. It also makes me furrow my brow, clench my fists, and other cliches signifying large amounts of consternation.
In contrast, I present today’s Frenchy’s find.*
I brought it home and washed it (in my washing machine) and it is PERFECT because somebody already worked out the problems. What problems, you ask? I do not know and I am, frankly, astonished that whoever bought this in the first place ever let it go. The world is a wonderful, mysterious place.
(here is the site with more of these awesome pieces).
In any case, if you ever needed more incentive to pare down on what you bring IN to your house, remember this: pre-loved is just like those “pre-shrunk” or “pre-washed.” Buying second hand means there are no nasty surprises.
Day 303 scorecard: 1515 down, 310 to go
* Credit goes to Clara, who found it and presented it to me, whereupon I squealed with glee, having longed for one of these ever since seeing them on the innerwebs.
** Spelling “credit” (aka – misspelling “lousy”) goes to Mike.