If sequins were people yelling rather than
decorative thingumajigs, my house would be the equivalent of a huge stadium
filled with thousands of fanatics.
Let’s begin with this picture:
The photo is of a few of the zillions of sequins I
have vacuumed, swept, pinched, and dabbed from my floors and carpets over the
last few days.
I sometimes suspect that the sequins are breeding in
the wee hours, though I know better.
I know where they came from.
Technically speaking, they came from my clothes
washer. More specifically, the sequins
were shed from a dress in my clothes washer—a long, slinky dress (once) covered
with them. The sequins virtually poured
onto my floor when I first opened the washer and pulled forth a pile of
clothes. The other articles of clothing
were measled with sequins. Now my whole
house is afflicted.
I am guessing the dress had directions for
washing. I would further guess that
gentle washing by hand was suggested.
Here is the thing, I am an electrician and Ariel Murphy is an Ariel
Murphy and neither an electrician nor an Ariel Murphy is inclined to read some
silly directions before proceeding on anything.
We know how to do stuff!
--Mitchell
Hegman
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