In the article, the author shares her amusing and sometimes disastrous experiences of borrowing white clothing from a friend known for her impeccable taste. With a series of stains and spills, the author highlights her ongoing battle with maintaining the cleanliness of these borrowed items. Despite the many mishaps, she reflects on the impracticality of wearing white for someone prone to accidents. The narrative evolves into a humorous exploration of friendship, care for belongings, and the often messy reality of life, particularly when trying to navigate the challenges of pristine fashion.
Once, I splashed mud all the way up the back of a skirt she'd given me while she was cycling behind me, saying, We've really got to get you some mudguards if you want to wear white.
Once, I spilled espresso down a white shirt, and that ain't never coming out but it actually wasn't hers, it was her mother's, so I'd trashed three decades of spotlessness in a moment.
My friend just has to watch this unfold, knowing that some people are simply not built to wear white, powerless to come between me and mishap.
I wish I could find some low-key way to apologise.
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