“I’m so so so sorry I spilled ink from my quill pen on your new Grecian-inspired, hand-woven placemats.”
“Please accept my deepest regrets for spilling Spanish wine on your owl-patterned pants. Ugh, I think I got a little bit on your gauzy ochre half-sweater, too.”
“I’m so embarrassed that I chipped your bubble-glass rooster decanter by toasting too hard to living like Simone de Beauvoir this summer.”
“Oh no! Your bifocal-shaped bookends just smashed on the floor when I was reaching for your gelato cookbook! It’s all my fault!”
“Oh my god, did my antique bicycle tear your linen halter top? Ahh! Sorry!”
This is the greatest thing ever.