Laundry Woes

I left a comment on FireMom’s post about the Bounce Dryer Bar. I didn’t leave a one word or a one line comment. No, not me. I left a long comment. Now in fairness to me I was answering a writing prompt. The type of writing prompt where I felt compelled to spill it. And spill it I did.

Now I should also point out that the writing prompt was one of the entry methods for a giveaway on FireMom’s blog. The contest is sponsored by BlogHer and Bounce. The prizes: a $50 Visa Card and a Bounce Dryer bar. And so you can see why I couldn’t help myself from answering the burning question…What was your worst laundry woe?

For a person who has as many issues with cooking as I do, you would think that I would be equally unskilled with laundry. You would be wrong. While I may cook up a storm — literally — in the kitchen. When it comes to laundry, I have had very few laundry disasters. In reverse order…

  • I washed my son’s favorite t-shirt — a white shirt with a picture of a monkey playing a guitar — with a load of red shirts. Result: A pink t-shirt.
  • I washed a brand new shirt of my daughter’s from Forever 21. Result: the shirt has a small brown mark on the shoulder that cannot be removed. I’ve noticed other marks…I think there may be an exposed edge in the dryer.
  • I dried my daughter’s volleyball team shirt instead of hanging it to dry. Result: the lettering on the shirt started to flake a little.
  • And finally…

My worst laundry woe still stings. It was the 80s. I was obsessed with all things Benetton. In fact I shopped at all of the Benetton branded stores — in England, my home country; in Italy, the country where I visited when my family lived there; and the U.S., where I went to college.

I purchased a very delicate crew neck sweater in robin’s egg blue from a Benetton in Milan. I dithered and debated on whether to buy the sweater as it was a little expensive on my college student budget. Or perhaps…and more likely my parents paid for the sweater or it was purchased as an early Christmas gift.

Whatever the circumstance, I loved that sweater. After much in-decision, I bought it. Soon I had paired the sweater with a number of pants. Skirts….hey it was the 80s and skirts were in. Scarves, too.

I washed it. To my horror when I pulled out the delicate sweater from the washer, I noticed that the arms on the sweater had stretched to about 4 feet in length…each. The body of the sweater had shrunk to the size of the body of a small child. I stood staring at the sweater before realizing that no amount of washing or drying would get the sweater back to its original size. And I didn’t even dry it!

I put the now teeny tiny sweater with the insanely long octopus arms in a large, untidy bundle in the corner of my closet. Shortly, thereafter the sweater was placed in the trash, but only when I was ready to let go of it.

So, what are you waiting for? You’ve read my post. So the next thing you need to do is click on over and enter the contest on FireMom’s blog. Well, what are you waiting for. Click >> HERE.

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