I Stink!

Quite literally, actually...or rather my coat does. Here is the offending coat. You'll probably recognize it from other pictures you've seen on this blog.

Now let me tell you the sad malodorous tale.

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Once upon a time (last December) I purchased this fine-looking winter coat for two purposes - I needed a warm winter coat as I had none and I wanted a snowboarding jacket with all the bells and whistles. This coat was perfectly qualified and I loved it instantly. My bond with this jacket grew as it kept me warm, dry and comfortable throughout the winter months. Then one unfortunate day in early spring I was enjoying a day of snowboarding in the unusually warm weather and I perspired a bit. By the time I got home my coat smelled like dirty gym clothes. (I swear I'm not an abnormally putrid smelling girl!) So I read the washing instructions and adhered to them perfectly. But after the cleaning the scent seemed to take on a life of its own...it grew into an absolutely horrid and even more offensive monstrous stench. So I washed it 2 or 3 more times all to no avail. Finally, admitting defeat, I stashed it in a spare bedroom where the smell wouldn't be able destroy the downy freshness of any fabric in it's vicinity.

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Six months later I retrieved my banished coat to see if it had, by some miracle, regained some sense of freshness and I was relieved to find that it had. Woo hoo! So I decided to bring my beloved coat with me to Europe. All was going well over here until, after many meals out, it gradually absorbed the dumpling/gravy/smokey aroma that all articles of clothing worn to restaurants here seem to soak up. So naturally I washed it again.

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Now it is emitting that monstrously foul odor once more and unfortunately this time I can't wait six more months for the smell to dissipate. So today I am sulking because it seems that in this tale the girl and the coat won't be able to live happily ever after.

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The End.