Dear Agony Aunts
Ever since we married back in 2002, Pete has always been a sweet & loving husband. Nothing has been too much trouble to him in making my life as perfect & as happy as possible, even putting-up with my shoe obsession. Indeed he has always been very sweet about my little ways with shoes & has been good enough to buy me some of the more expensively gorgeous pairs as gifts on birthdays, anniversaries etc. Up until a week ago, I was “living the dream.”
Can you imagine my horror when I returned home last Thursday night, after a” girls evening-out” was called-off at the last minute, to find my “one-&-only” rolling around on the floor doing something unmentionable to my best pair of D&G’s? It appears I am not the only one in the family with a few “little ways” about my footwear.
It only took 30 minutes to have the little pervert packed & into a cab & the lawyers are taking care of all the details (including a much larger shoe allowance as part of the alimony settlement) but I am heartbroken. How the hell do I clean a pair of snakeskin D&G’s with sapphire detailing (short of sand-blasting them) to remove any traces of unwanted DNA before Saturday’s “Single’s Night” at the Yacht Club?
“Twinkle-toes”
Dear “Twinkle-toes”
Although we don’t have experience of this with quality footwear, we did once have a similar problem with a pair of old wellington boots – albeit in slightly different circumstances.
We found that a mixture of sea-salt, potash and lemon juice (in roughly equal proportions) removed even the slightest trace of unwanted material – even to the point where the finest forensic labs in the country weren’t able to pin a thing on us! If you apply the mix with a soft cotton cloth & allow to dry in the fresh air, you should be ready to dance the night away by the weekend.
Party like it’s 1999 (again)!
Aunts



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