las ropas blancas para Blanquita

Today on the train I saw a woman (speaking in a foreign language with a bunch of generally Eurotrashy looking companions) in a hooded winter coat wearing her purse around her neck. The strap was fairly short, and was looped around the hood, so the purse hung on her upper chest, making her look something like an Alaskan sled dog.

Also on a garment-related note, the people I drop off my laundry to seem to sort of take offense at any item that is "natural" colored. Upon being confronted with such an item, they'll bleach the fuck out of it. Now, they certainly don't bleach all my laundry -- a pink shirt stays pink, no problem -- but if anything is beige, tan, taupe, hemp, camel, etc., they will progressively bleach it white and threadbare.