And now for that funny story...

Yesterday in Charleston, when I spied the shop "Indigo" I just had to go in and buy something. You see, I OWE those people.

Back when I lived in Charleston (more accurately, when I lived on the Isle of Palms) and was working at my first hotel job out of college at Wild Dunes, along with numerous other 20-something's struggling to make a living I put my name on the resort's *babysitter list* in the hopes of making some extra cash throughout the season.

I ended up babysitting quite a lot - and made great money at it -- $10 bucks an hour, plus an additional dollar per hour for each additional kid. Once peak season was over I quickly began to struggle again with living expenses because I didn't have that extra cash infusion on a regular basis. But I did sit for some of the locals on the island, and that helped.

One family that I sat for were the people who own Indigo. Back then the shop was located on East Bay Street. In the years since I lived there, I've always looked for it but haven't seen it until last night. They relocated to a side street just off of East Bay, just down from Waterfront Park. I figured they went out of business a long time ago because they no longer had their store front on East Bay, so I was happy to see that this super cute shop still exists.

So why do I feel like I owe these people something? Well... The last time I babysat for their kids we (the kids & I) were doing some exploring around their gorgeous house. While drinking red kool-aid. Not from sippy cups. We were checking out the stunning view of the marshes and inlets from the vantage point of the master bedroom and then decided to have a seat on Mom & Dad's beautiful king sized bed. Red kool-aid and all.

No surprise what happened next, right? One of the kids spilled red kool-aid on the pristine white bedspread, which I'm guessing was VERY VERY expensive, from what you could tell about the rest of their furnishings. Lucky for me, the very large spill (er, pool of red food coloring a foot in diameter) was at the very top of the bedspread, over the pillows. Not using the best judgement from the start, clearly, I decided it would be best to simply cover up the spill with the big white pillow shams, close the door behind us, and pretend the whole thing never happened or at least let the kids catch the fall-out later on. I guess that's why that was the last time I sat for them. Ya think?

Last night I spent about $50 at their shop. So there - I hereby absolve myself of their dry cleaning costs AT LAST!