denimini wrote:Where I live, everything gets a coating of fine red dust, so a chair that has not been sat on for a couple of days tranfers a pink contact shape to the clothing. Black is problematic too. The "dust" is actually very fine silica sand which is quite abrasive hence my desk is covered with a sheet when I am not sitting at it.
That must be murder on high-precision high-speed devices like disk drives.
Fine dust is a terrific nuisance. I've been living on my own for two years now, and I'm only beginning to see the end of the chicken-dust that got positively everywhere from when my late ex- was keeping poultry in the house for a while (a memory I'd really rather not have, but it keeps things in perspective).
I won't totally blame the environment for my grubbiness; whenever I wear something pale I somehow encounter a bit of machinery with molygrease on it - in that case black clothing reigns supreme.
This is an issue I seem to have as well, although it usually doesn't involve (much) grease -- more like dust, dirt, and other grunge. You'd be amazed what can pile up on the innards of a computer, especially an older one that hasn't been opened up in years (or decades). Sometimes this includes wildlife (mice like to nest in them). Usually the first order of business is to open he thing up, thoroughly document what's inside, where it all is, how it all goes together, and what sort of general shape it's in -- and then tear the thing entirely down and give it a good cleaning. Even after all that, stuff remains in assorted places, and sometimes one can never get all of it. And, like all forms of dirt, has a strong affinity for clothing in contrasting colours (white dirt loves black, and black dirt loves white). Opposites, in this case, definitely attract.
Notwithstanding all of the above, I adore white. Sometimes there's humour involved. One time when I was wearing all white with ruffles and lace I found myself staring at a pizza I'd ordered and couldn't figure out how to eat it without getting covered. The bartender asked if I needed anything else and I commented, "Perhaps a drop-cloth?" Being the sarcastic fellow he was mentioned that wearing all white and ordering a pizza "... wasn't the brightest decision you've made." (and handed me several napkins)