To find out why every piece of clothing I buy needs to have a tormenting label - and why the labels are sewn in so tightly that it practically requires a blowtorch to remove them - I decided to call someone who knows the clothing business inside and out.
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The universal loathing and despair over itchy labels made me think, if we’re all walking around with scratch marks on our necks and holes in our shirts, why has no one found a way to solve this problem? They can make a hamburger out of peas and cars are now driving themselves, but no one has figured out how to create a non-itchy tag? In the name of all my comrades in itchiness, I decided to investigate. I had one shirt in particular with an itchy tag as long as CVS receipt and it drove me crazy.” Rachel, a drama teacher in Houston, commented: “At this moment, I am on my way to work, thinking about how I will grab scissors and cut out the tag in my sweater as soon as I arrive.” Hillary, who works in education in Boston, complained: “I just bought a new top and had to take it off 3x to do more tag modifications. John, a political campaign strategist in Washington, DC, said, “For exercise clothes in particular, I now deliberately get just shirts with the printed-on tag. I posted on Facebook: “Am I the only ADULT who is constantly tormented by itchy labels in sweaters and shirts?”įriends from all over the country jumped in to sympathize. But hey, it was better than twisting into a pretzel all day trying to scratch that itch that’s always right in the spot where you can’t possibly get at it.Īs I thought of all the times over the years that I’ve suffered from the dreaded curse of itchy labels, I did what any self-respecting Gen Xer does when she wants to rage at the universe and feel a little less alone in the world. So once again, I showed up at work looking like a vampire had sunk his fangs into the back of my lovely new sweater. Instead, I yanked it out, leaving two small but very noticeable holes in the fabric Since I was already running late, I didn’t have the time, or patience, to sit under a reading lamp with a tiny pair of scissors carefully undoing the microscopic stitches holding the sandpaper-like tag to the neckline of my shirt. A few weeks ago it happened again: I bought a really cute top and was looking forward to wearing it to work, but within minutes of putting it on, I felt like I was being stabbed in the neck by a million tiny - yet incredibly sharp - cactus needles.
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