Sanga sells stuff on ebay. We were washing one of the dresses when a pink stain magically appeared. So we boiled some water and scrubbed that stain into oblivion. We were fairly contented with leaving the dress under hot water since the stain was almost gone.
When she checked on it again, a pen stain appeared near the straps. So we got the scrubber, soap and hot water again. We let it sit for a few minutes, confident that we conquered the stain once again.
After a few minutes, she discovered another problem. The plastic buttons semi melted and left blue circular stains on the dress. What the fuck. We had to cut the buttons from the dress and redo all the @#%$^ scrubbing. By this time, Aisa was talking to the dress. Pleading it to go into the light (ala Melinda in ghost whisperer). I swear. Vintage clothes are haunted. After a few minutes, she resorted to black mailing and threatening the dress ghost. Again, we left the dress to ruminate in its hellish hot death bed. I can assure the buyer - whoever that is - that the dress is 100% germ free.
We took a quick nap. It was our fatal mistake. We should have just stared at the haunted dress. We should have surrounded it with cloves of garlic or maybe boiled it in holy water. I think a bible could have worked as well. When we woke up, Aisa discovered that another dress fell on the haunted dress thus leaving a blue stain on the fallen dress. She frantically shouted for me to boil another batch and to prepare for a long night of scrubbing.
I know.
Good thing we won in the end. Semi-win. We won this battle. We have yet to win the war.
We didn't want to take a picture of the dress for fear that it will haunt my camera as well.
Good news is my muscles have acquired a new muscle memory! My right arm can scrub without thinking. It's almost a reflex now.
The whole ordeal took the whole afternoon. We plopped on to the bed and fainted. Dress cursing is fun.
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