There is just something about this blouse. When Mary and I went away for her 30th birthday we went shopping, and as soon as I saw this blouse hanging on the rack I just new I had to have it. And the rest is .....well.....strange...lol
Everytime I wear this, blue with black polka dotted, blouse I have MANY people ask me where I bought it, and even how much I paid for it. I smile and give them all the silly nonsensical details. People have an odd, sort of, affection for it. I have bought many a blouse in my day, but for some reason this blouse has this strange lure to it. I have no idea what it truly is though.
So we went to visit an assembly this weekend, not so far away, and I decided to wear the said blouse. As soon as I got there the compliments on this shirt began. It's actually a little embarassing. We aren't talking about me at all, just the blouse. The blouse that should be given a name at this point, for it sort of leads a life all of its own.
Anyway we had a potluck/bbq while we were there, and I must have gotten some sauce on this sacred blouse, for everyone noticed it right away. It was like I was wearing Princess Diana's dress, and I defiled it or something. I felt sort of piggish in it, at this point, and unworthy of adorning my body with it. After all, how could someone be so careless as to have gotten ANYTHING on it....rofl
So as I was standing up, a few teenage girls came over and began to examine the stains. There were three stains, to be exact, they counted. Two were below the belt, across my belly button, and one was across my bust line. Yeah...I know...use a napkin right? (At least I was enjoying my meal.) So one of the girls, (Catherine) stated that she had a Tide Stick for just such occasions. I reassured her not to worry about the stains I would take care of it later, but nooooo the blouse needed to be cleaned right there on the spot. Beginning to feel a little conspicuous, we waited quietly for Catherine to return. Soon enough, Catherine came back with her Tide-On-The-Go stick and I began to work on my belly. One girl was helping to hold my top tight on the bottom, while I began to dab the stick in to my soft belly. Everyone waited and watched to see the magic work. I wasn't sure if I should suck my belly in since the shirt was held so tight that you could seriously see my belly button. This is when I will insert the word "AWKWARD!" After the two spots, below my belt line, were just wet spots, the girls began to eye my bustline. However, this is where I drew the line. I said, "No." They began to chide me that I should just take care of it. A few more ladies began to walk over to find out what all the hullabaloo was. I began to giggle nervously, and stated quite emphatically that I did NOT want to walk around with wet spots across my belly button and my bustline. There had to be a limit to the cleaning of the blessed blouse. Everyone began to giggle, and I quickly turned away and headed for the bathroom.
So, as I was telling Mary about my blouse experience she began to laugh. She has been with me when I have worn this blouse, and the sort of attention that IT receives. Trust me...this shirt has a personality all of its own. I quite confidently say that ANYONE could wear it, and it would get the same attention. I am wondering if I should have it drycleaned, tissued up, sent in a well insured box, and flown to the Smithsonian for the whole world to see. Its just one of those weird phenomenas......LOL!
So if you see this blouse at your neighborhood Burlington Coat Factory for 14.99...nab it!!! Or, if you want to stay a little more low key, just walk away........