When I was in high school we had a neighbor who never took off the tags until she wore something…and any hidden ones were still left on.
Her living room lampshades were still “bandaged” in the long strips of clear plastic they used to use… the cushions had plastic covers… the original tags taped inside or on the bottom.
She’d buy almost everything at our local department store (remember those?) and return many items YEARS later …She’d drag my mortified mother along…and try to get her to second the stories: “Why, I bought that blouse just last week!You remember, don’t you?”
Maybe that memory Is one reason I hate returning anything.
When I was in high school we had a neighbor who never took off the tags until she wore something…and any hidden ones were still left on.
Her living room lampshades were still “bandaged” in the long strips of clear plastic they used to use… the cushions had plastic covers… the original tags taped inside or on the bottom.
She’d buy almost everything at our local department store (remember those?) and return many items YEARS later …She’d drag my mortified mother along…and try to get her to second the stories: “Why, I bought that blouse just last week!You remember, don’t you?”
Maybe that memory Is one reason I hate returning anything.