Today I was hit by a large dose of Murphy’s Law. For those of you who don’t know what that is, it means if anything can go wrong, it will.

I was working on a personal art project while waiting for Jeff, my boyfriend to arrive with dinner. It was of a flower, and I was using ink (black and various colors) to draw it. I had just gotten some clothes in the mail that day from an online sale, so I was dressed in a nice brand new white top.

I will outline the key points here, just for emphasis:
-new clothes
-white shirt
-ink

It’s a recipe for disaster. And it was.

While I was testing out some colors to achieve the exact mixture of purple I wanted, I accidentally knocked over the blue container of ink onto the table, myself, my chair, and the floor.

The true sign I am an art student: I did not care first that my clothes were ruined or about the mess I had made, my first concern was that the piece of art I was working on was still OK and undamaged. And, thankfully, it was completely untouched.

I ran to take my shirt off after checking that my drawing was ok, and started soaking it in a sink. Seeing that some had hit my jeans as well, I took those off as well. Fully in my underwear, I hear my mom get home, asking “What happened?!” I tell her that I spilled ink and that I was in my underwear. Thankfully, I am fully comfortable being in my underwear in front of her. After all, she has seen me naked before.

Untouched as my art piece was, I am now stained blue on nearly every part of my body, so much that it invites a list.

Parts that have blue on me:
-both hands
-two large areas on my right arm, one on my fore arm and one on my upper arm
-my upper chest
-my belly
-my crotch
-my upper right leg
-both feet

The shirt that I was wearing is pretty much trashed. I’m planning to keep it around though, in case I need it for other art projects. I am also hoping that I may be able to find another one at the store I bought it from, because I looked really good in it.

As for everything else that the ink touched, they’re fine. The floor was an easy clean, as was the table. My mom had some strong cleaner that took care of the chair and any parts of the carpet that I walked on, so they look fine.

So, moral of the story: Do not wear new white clothes while working on art.
Just don’t do it.