Category: Rantings

Venting, bitching, and like that

My War on Tags

~ JodiLea

I have very sensitive skin and I hate the way garment tags are always scratching & making me itch. In the old days if a tag bugged you, you simply borrowed your mom’s seam ripper out of her sewing box and removed a few stitches. Wa-Lah! Problem solved.

Things have changed. Not only do you have an annoying tag that is double sewed into your garment, but you may have 3 or 4 of them. Apparently one tag is not enough to convey all the manufacturer wants you to know. This information is so critical that they sew it not once, but twice into the garment.

Last week I bought some new “skinny” jeans. Even though I knew the size they claimed to be was a lie (I have never, nor will I ever be a size 4), I felt so svelte & sexy.  I changed into them as soon as I got home from the store, called 2 friends and made them guess what size jeans I was wearing, curled up on the couch with a good book and some snacks – hey I was skinny, I can eat! An hour later the jeans had to come off. I could not take the tags anymore. They were terrorizing my skin and I just wanted to scream. I think I did scream.

For a half-hour I painstakingly removed the little tiny stitches, and the ones under those, to free my fabulous new jeans of their gnarly parasites. After all that toil, the tag was still attached to my pants. They must be sewing them in 3 times these days. I sigh deeply and loudly cursed, then proceeded with my task. I spend another 15 minutes removing the little secret stitches, which by the way held a seam together, so now I have an hole in my brand new jeans. Oh- and yes, the tag remains.

Maybe you know this already, but I was naive and believed that I was only dealing with thread here. But no. The BASTARDS are now using GLUE. Tags are sealed to the garment by gluing them after they are sewn in. I still fume when I think about it.

OK, we get the fact you want the tag to remain with the garment. But why can’t you make a tag that is not scratchy? The garment is not scratchy, so obviously you have the technology. And what is the deal with tags so large you can write the Constitution on them? Or the five, count them five, tags sewn into one small (size 4 don’t ya know) pair of jeans? Three in the back, one in the front, and one on the outside seam below the hip.

The only person who sees these damn tags is me, and I am not happy with whoever the designer or manufacturer happens to be.

I know who you are. You made sure of that, didn’t you?

Leave me alone. ALL of you!!

~ JodiLea

Hallelujah!!!

It’s almost 8:00pm here on the west coast and the polls will be closed.

I wish I had kept a tally of all the political recordings I received since June. The count must have been at least in the thousands . Every day I would get at least one and most days 2 or 3. Every candidate running for office called me.  That would have been OK if they called me ONCE.

Then it got worse. Recordings from people supporting the candidates called telling me to vote for their good buddy, what’s his/her name. Now the count was 3 to 5 calls per day.

I got a call one day from Daniel Boone. He wanted me to vote pro-NRA. Great. Now dead people are calling and telling me what to do.

Jerry Lewis, Betty White, and one of the Sheen’s called me. I did not feel honored, perhaps I would have been, if they had actually been on the phone with me.

Arnold Schwarzenegger called a few times. Don’t tell him I did not do what he told me to do, OK?

Now the frequency of calls escalated to 8 to 10 – two weeks before election day. Since I already voted by absentee ballot, the constant calling was driving me bat-shit. “I already voted! Stop calling me!”,  I shouted into the phone. Pretty silly, I know, but it made me feel better.

10 days before the election I had suffered enough. I refused to answer the phone. Period. Some recordings would disconnect when the machine answered. How rude! Most of the calls left messages on the machine.  R  e  a  l  l  y – l  o  n  g –  o   n  e   s.  Going on and on and on ……  If I was home in the evening I had to listen to these because one does not turn off their phone when they have a mother in hospice care.

Speaking of evening – some calls would come in after 9:00pm. That is outrageous to me. Maybe because my bedtime is 8:00pm (I get up between 3:00-4:00am).

So tonight I am celebrating by going to bed early and getting some sleep.

Hey, you people out there laughing, celebrate your own way (you aren’t sleeping with me!) . Continue reading “Leave me alone. ALL of you!!” →