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well, someone got all busy busy at work today. that would be me. i had quite a few adventures this weekend. state fair, haircut, thrift store treasures, the karmic laundry incident....
let's do that one.
THE STORY OF THE KARMIC LAUNDRY INCIDENT.
things you need to know:
1) the white blouse.
http://duchess-of-pie.livejournal.com/564556.html
this is that entry where i talk about that lovely white blouse i bought. i got through that whole day without ruining it. i even re-ironed it and wore it to a callback. it was lovely. was.
2) the red dress.
i found a red formal dress at a thrift store for $9. i put it on, came tromping out of the changing room and screamed at kris two rows over "I LOOK AWESOME IN THIS!!" i'm wearing it for iveys. as with all thrift store purchases, i threw it in my laundry hamper, even though it requires dry cleaning. i took it home with my laundry to get my mom's opinion.
you see where this is going, don't you.
3) why i don't let accept help.
once, many years ago, i brought my laundry home and my dad thought he'd "help" by throwing my wash into the dryer. i have a lot of cotton clothes. they shrunk. he doesn't help anymore and i do everything myself. i claim total control over my laundry and freak out if anyone touches it without first gaining explicit piece-by-piece instructions from myself. don't judge. clothes are expensive.
4) FYI.
my mom likes to help.
ah, now, you think you know where this is going, but this is where the karma part comes in.
sunday morning, i put a load in. jo calls me out to the farm, i go. i come back and the dryer is going. i freak out. my mom explains her helpfulness. i freak out again. there is drama.
but there is no harm done and soon there is a reckoning. there are lots of people at the house to see my relatives that are visiting from CA. i am distracted and doing laundry hurriedly. i grab the last of the clothes in the hamper--the whites. plus a dress, thown into the bottom.
later, when i open the washer, i know exactly what has happened when i see a pink blouse on the top.
everyone does this once, right?
and mom, like the helper she is, dispite the shit i gave her earlier, took some bleach and iron-out in hand and did her very best. but to no avail. the white blouse has gone through its first wash and is not white anymore.
ah well. as i said, that's what dye is for. and that's what i get for being a laundry bitch.
you'll be happy to know the red thrift store dress came out just fine. *eye roll*
let's do that one.
THE STORY OF THE KARMIC LAUNDRY INCIDENT.
things you need to know:
1) the white blouse.
http://duchess-of-pie.livejournal.com/564556.html
this is that entry where i talk about that lovely white blouse i bought. i got through that whole day without ruining it. i even re-ironed it and wore it to a callback. it was lovely. was.
2) the red dress.
i found a red formal dress at a thrift store for $9. i put it on, came tromping out of the changing room and screamed at kris two rows over "I LOOK AWESOME IN THIS!!" i'm wearing it for iveys. as with all thrift store purchases, i threw it in my laundry hamper, even though it requires dry cleaning. i took it home with my laundry to get my mom's opinion.
you see where this is going, don't you.
3) why i don't let accept help.
once, many years ago, i brought my laundry home and my dad thought he'd "help" by throwing my wash into the dryer. i have a lot of cotton clothes. they shrunk. he doesn't help anymore and i do everything myself. i claim total control over my laundry and freak out if anyone touches it without first gaining explicit piece-by-piece instructions from myself. don't judge. clothes are expensive.
4) FYI.
my mom likes to help.
ah, now, you think you know where this is going, but this is where the karma part comes in.
sunday morning, i put a load in. jo calls me out to the farm, i go. i come back and the dryer is going. i freak out. my mom explains her helpfulness. i freak out again. there is drama.
but there is no harm done and soon there is a reckoning. there are lots of people at the house to see my relatives that are visiting from CA. i am distracted and doing laundry hurriedly. i grab the last of the clothes in the hamper--the whites. plus a dress, thown into the bottom.
later, when i open the washer, i know exactly what has happened when i see a pink blouse on the top.
everyone does this once, right?
and mom, like the helper she is, dispite the shit i gave her earlier, took some bleach and iron-out in hand and did her very best. but to no avail. the white blouse has gone through its first wash and is not white anymore.
ah well. as i said, that's what dye is for. and that's what i get for being a laundry bitch.
you'll be happy to know the red thrift store dress came out just fine. *eye roll*
