devastation

I can't think of any way to introduce this, so I'll just come out and say it: I ruined my Forever 21 blouse and Urban Outfitters skirt (the ones in the picture in front of the Museum of Contemporary Art) by washing them with my new black pants. Even though my mother taught me how to separate my laundry, and even though I've been washing all of my own clothes for years, I still managed to think that black dye + pink/blue would not equal nasty black smudges all over the place.

We took them to the dry cleaners, but a woman with 30 years of experience was stumped by them.

Then I went to the mall (which was horrendous in itself) and actually found the blouse again, but they didn't have my size. I bought it anyway, but when I put it on at home I looked like Betty Draper's perpetually pregnant neighbor.

I'm sure all of you know how to do laundry correctly, but just in case you've been tossing everything into the machine together and have been, as I once was, very, very lucky, let me just say: you've been warned.