I’ll admit to being an imperfect person. I’ve made some poor decisions, hurt some feelings. Yes. But my hand to heaven I have no idea what I ever did to the Laundry Gods to make them hate me so. My washer and dryer are like a mean team of junior high girls.
This story starts back here [click]. It’s not over.
Raise your hand if you know what this is:
Thank you. I see that hand. Yes, thank you. You- you in the back, I see that hand. Bless you. (Revival flashbacks, anyone?) How about now?
(Apologies for the flash photography. We are entering the Perpetual Darkness Period in Michigan.)
It’s a crayon caddy. You put your cute little crayons in there, you roll it up, and you throw it in your purse so that you are ready in case of a Melt Down Situation in public.
So, I dried the laundry… the mixed laundry of clean clothes and nasty clothes. I put the whole mess back in the washer. With me? The washer is now finished. Everything is clean. I find a drill bit and a quarter in the washer seal, but nothing super odd. I put everything in the dryer.
Thirty minutes later, I skip into the laundry room ready and willing to fold the dry and clean contents of Mr. Dryer. That last sentence has several lies in it. I open the dryer door and see the Crayon Caddy… nice and clean. And dry.
Interesting, since I never put that in the wash.
Interesting, since it’s always full of crayons.
Interesting, since it is now empty.
Yes, my friends… all those crayons… melted… all over the dryer. All over the double load in the dryer. Rylie, it seems, added that into her pile as she was ‘helping’ me, BLESS HER HEART.
A few things can be turned into play clothes. Farm clothes. Little Girls undies with crayon wax on them are no big whoop. But, I lost some dear friends in there, too. Rest in peace, beautiful gray striped tee. I’ll miss you, polka dot socks.
sad sad sad
and sad sad sad
But don’t fret! I did some sewing to make myself feel better!
This leads into Monday… but leave a comment on TODAY’S post and you could win a winter hat! My model was so completely against me this week… he’s such a diva. So far I’ve managed to cut into my l a r g e stash of sweaters and tees to make about 10 hats. Super warm and super cute… and Dryer Un-friendly. See how I did that? See how I brought it back around?
I’ll draw a name randomly Sunday night at 9pm and announce it in Monday’s post. The hats fit a super wide range of sizes (and attitudes), so be ye not afraid.
North Carolina, here we come! See you soon!