Qualms

Last week, I vowed not to buy any more outdoors clothing or equipment. And, every week before that. Vowing and doing are two different things. Unfortunately (or fortunately), my endless quest for upgrades at discount prices has landed me on a few lists. Yeah, I receive promotions from all the catalog people, but this is beyond that. These appear to be a bit more selective and give you first crack at prime goods. Very little in the way of pink sandals or camouflage toothbrushes. I’m guessing they do a merge-purge of multiple buyer lists and cull the volume buyers. The stuff is way cool and at excellent pricing. But, I still try to resist. Last week, I weakened. The item practically jumped off the screen. It was the ultimate I’ve seen in its genre of outerwear. It screamed for action. I drew my credit card in a movement that would’ve awed the Sundance Kid. It arrived today and I was elated that it lived up to its billing. That is, at first blush. You’ve probably seen those lists of reasons you should wash a new garment before you wear it. I’m not sure I buy into all that but why take a chance? So, the new baby needed a bath before I could take it out to do some major profiling. Just to be sure, I checked the tag to see what was verboten. Huh? Hand wash. No washer, no dryer. If it can’t stand up to that, how will it fare in the wilds? What a wuss.