"You're a magnet for dirt." My mom frequently said that to me. My first piece of white clothing was my wedding dress.
My children often have dirty fingers, and they touch me a lot. It's not always dirt on their fingers, but things that are not dirty, like raspberries, chocolate, or paint. So, even as an adult, I don't wear much white.
Today I chose to to break through my fears and wear some white shorts from way in the bottom of my drawer. I called for all the children to go to the van for our trip to town, so I had then automatically created a clean forcefield around myself. I walked out the door with my small pile of things to put in the van including the dustbuster I wanted to store in there (Dirt Magnets need lots of these).
As I was walking to the van, the bottom half of the dustbuster came loose. All of the dirt, dust, fireplace ash, and who-knows-what-else took residence on the entire front of my white shorts.
I guess my magnetic force is as strong as ever.
Saturday, June 27, 2009
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