The Blog Formerly Known As Practical Paralegalism
No, no, all is well with The Absent-Minded Professor and me. This is not the coolest topic in the world, but when Megan and I were having a private chat about her tattoos, she shared the frustration of finding clothes to wear that wouldn’t irritate her healing skin, and then I’d admitted I’d had a similar issue that has rather made my life a living hell since early fall.
Being that this is a blog for regular women with regular jobs and modest clothing budgets, and I see big name style bloggers sharing everything from how they handle excess body hair to dressing that odd spare tire ’round the middle that hits some of us at middle age, and doesn’t go away no matter how much we exercise, I figured some of y’all could relate to The Itch.
For me, The Itch started about four months ago, causing mild discomfort when my tightie whities touched me. And I wouldn’t be sharing this story on th’ Internetz if it was anything seriously embarrassing, so let’s forge on shall we? Mild discomfort was bearable, but acute discomfort when any of my clothes touched me became a misery. I assumed it was a combination of very dry winter skin and/or chemical allergies.
What did I do? Quite a lot actually:
- Bought baby detergent and re-washed ALL my clothes and sheets
- Bought all cotton tightie whities (I thought I might be allergic to the nylon in, er, intimate undergarments)
- Bought completely dye and chemical free deodorant, shaving cream, body lotion, body wash, and fabric softeners
- Slathered on great buckets of moisturizer for itchy, sensitive skin
- Raced home to get my real clothes off, and put on the loosest cotton lounge wear I own
- Ate benydryl and Tylenol like candy – and then refused to go anywhere outside of work that wasn’t a drive-thru
- On my worst day ever, managed to dress for the office – without tights or a bra. That was super tricky, and no, there are no pictures
- Pretty much lost my mind