Sini TuuliaToday, regrettably, I must do none quilting except to maybe rest a little bit, as I have two mountains of ironing to go through. If nothing else I have to rearrange them like a textile-based game of Tetris to fit any of it anywhere, since there's probably like five machine-fulls of it just languishing on that little bin there, and the cats have already knocked it over once and it doesn't need to happen again!
Never underestimate the capability of just a pair of red ankle socks to dye a bunch of white clothes a dainty blush pink.
I thought I put in a colour grabber, I really did! It's very lucky I actually enjoy a pale pink...
Washed all of my exercise clothes and the couple of cotton jersey T-shirts I've hung on to... And fucking hell, is this what the rest of you deal with?? This is horrible?
I had to wash them *twice* to get the human skin smell off them, and even after the usual spin cycle they're so so heavy and just sodden, take up so much space to dry on the line properly, and good heavens I'd forgotten. Because I only make plain woven linen and cotton clothes now. And wow I prefer them
Laundry Mountain has been reduced to one full and one mostly full bin, no tote bags. Ironing Mountain, however, is roughly three times as high as is supposed to fit into the ironing bin.
I suppose I should put on a podcast or something and get to it, iron at least a couple of things before the cats knock it all on the floor. 😶
I am once again deploring #TheFuckingLaundry because I went through the bins and tote and managed to reorganise them even better... And now I'm left with a small tote of things it makes no sense to wash now because they're summer and exercise clothes and I'm for sure not needing them any time soon. But I also can't put them properly away until they've been washed! So now I just have this stupid little bag of faintly miasma emitting clothes to have to figure out where to put.
And I have SO MANY OTHER THINGS TO WASH.
I have, indeed, managed to slightly dull my marigold petticoat in the wash. It was with two other brown skirts, both of which I've washed with other things without issue, just not those three ones together... Ah well. It's subtle, but it displeases me. Before on the left, after on the right. Same spool of thread for comparison. Edit: Third one is same spool of thread!
I have fooled my brain into thinking that Laundry Mountain is conquerable by getting another laundry bin, and now that it's all neatly arranged in two bins and a small tote, it feels like it's a lot less laundry! Deceiving the brain, it works!
A small ginger man is deeply offended that his nice and extra warm rumbling box bed, which is to say the washing machine I put some bedding in to wash extra hot, is now in the rinse and spin phase, being both loud and cold and not according to his wishes.
He's running around, yelling, yowling at me.
Within the strata of Laundry Mountain, I have finally located my bloody cardigans! Finding them I got this vague sense that I'd put them into the laundry bin to wash them before putting them back in use but I really don't want to think about how long ago that may have been, and in what season... 😓
There's something they use to dye green fabrics that my nose dislikes. It's just a specific smell I key into, and it's not even a bad smell exactly, I just don't like it. A bit like mown grass, a bit like something more chemical.
In any case, even though my green fabric is Oeko-Tex certified and has probably not poisoned everything I washed it with, I'm rewashing it and a couple of the things the scent really stuck to!