So, if you’re on facebook, twitter or instagram yesterday you might have noticed the new addition to the family. A shiny new car that is making me so happy it’s ridiculous. Say what you like, I’m a car kid. I love driving and this car, well, she drives beeeeeeautifully. But that’s not what this is about. Not really, anyway. This little tale is about what happened after I got her home. In the rain. On the highway. She was dirty.

Not dirty, dirty. Just water spots with a muddy tinge to them. Just enough to annoy me. Just enough to minimise the new car feel. I mean come oooooon, it still had polish in the cracks in some places. She’s brand new. After an evening of showing her off around town to various family and friends I arrived at my final destination post Tupperware party, seriously, how MANY of these do I have to attend. I unloaded my passenger, hi Trina, and waited not so patiently for her to grab her other half to come take a look.

Now, a spray painter by trade, her partner is notoriously particular. He’s the guy that taped up the edges of my office blackboard wall but then couldn’t stay to watch me paint it. He’s a top guy and he knows his stuff. He assessed her with his painters eye. I apologised that he had to see her dirty {thank goodness it was dark!} and joked that I was going to whiz her through the lazer wash before work so my work mates would only see the sparkly, shiny side of her.

No way, he said, noooo. Apparently the laser wash jet thingies spray all sorts of chemicals {even acid based ones} and the jets then proceed to weaken the clear top coat effecting the long-term life and shine {the important bit} of your paint. WHAT. I said. Seriously? I was freaking out. I wanted to care for it her the best I could but what! A blue {Turquoise, officially} must be protected!

You’re better off to hand wash and use a high quality polish, he said. Details were exchanged and information gathered and I was about to leave. I can’t believe that, I said to him as a parting farewell. I was still coming to terms with the idea that I might have to wake up at 6am to wash my car, should I wish to regain that new NEW car feel. Believe it, he said heading towards the house. Well, I said, I’m going to call the Laser Wash the Acid Wash from now on. Chuckling to myself at how clever I was. Nodding with glee that THIS wold have to become a post on my blog. After all, if I can’t wash my car the lazy girl way, at least the world got to hear my acid wash joke.

That’s an upside, don’t you think?