Pizza and spaghetti wouldn't be much of a problem for me...I tend to eat neatly (LOL - you could always tell where I sat for dinner, and where my ex did...my spot? Neat, clean, tidy. Hers? Bits of corn and chicken strewn about all around, napkins (yes, plural) and silverware in disarray, most nights she didn't spill her drink).
What makes me hesitate wearing white is I become a dirt magnet...walls, doors, chairs...everything has some dirt, just waiting for me to come near it...
