whaddya mean, read the label?

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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So I did three loads of laundry yesterday. Haven’t done anything in two weeks so I figured that as long as I’m going to be un-lazy I might as well do everything I can. I seperate them out into neat little piles of darks, whites, and grays. Yeah, can you believe I had enough grays for an entire load?

Anyway, let’s fast forward to the folding stage. *NowImreadytohangthingsupLemmiesee.grabafewhangers * Whoa! Sorry. Fast forwarded a bit too far there. OK, I’ve got all my newly dried clothes laid out on my bed and I’m ready to fold. Towels are easy. Fold, fold, fold, you’re done. Socks are cool because as soon as you get three pair together you can start juggling.

Now I’m ready to hang things up. Lemmie see…grab a few hangers. Sweatshirt goes on the hanger, sweatshirt gets placed over here. T-shirt goes on the hanger, t-shirt goes over here. Sweater goes on the hanger, sweater goes…uh…what is this?
I look at the sweater. It’s the same design, and color, and material as the one I remember placing in the washing machine. So why does it look like something my younger sister would own? Is it hers? No, that’s impossible. But…maybe it’s an optical illusion. I put it up next to me. No, no, I’m fairly certain I own no midriffs. The next thing that came to me was: you mean sweaters really shrink? Man, I thought that only happened in sitcoms!

So I talk to my mom. “Hey mom, you remember that green sweater you gave me a month ago?”
“Yeah? What about it?”
“I think it shrunk.”
“What? How?”
“I dunno. I took it out of the dryer and…”
“What?! That’s casmier! You can’t wash that!”
“Um…I can’t?”
“NO! Did you even bother to look at the label?”
“Well, yeah. There wasn’t one.”
“No label?”
“No label.”
“You’re sure about that?”
“Well, ok, fine. There’s this one label in the back that says where it was bought from.”
“Look to the right.”
“Why? There’s…oh.”
“What does it say?”
“Um…ya, um…wool. Hand wash only. May be dry cleaned.”
“That’s wonderful, you’ve just ruined a sweater.”

Well, two actually, I didn’t want to tell her about the blue one.
So I’m fairly certain I fell asleep during Life Lessons 101.

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i dunno. i kinda think that if it requires extra washing care, the clothing isn’t worth the trouble. if i like something, i buy it. i wash it. if it’s ruined, well i learned. but as far as clothing gifts, er, just don’t tell the giver.

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Well, your mission right now is to find yourself a ladyfriend who looks good in tight sweaters.

I think redheads look good in green.

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I bought a nice little Christmas dress for my younger daughter. It wasn’t until after she’d worn it to the Christmas pageant and I was getting ready to toss it into the wash that I noticed it’s dry clean only.

The dress cost $25 (a lot for a kid’s dress, I think). I own only one other item of clothing for which I take the “Dry Clean Only” instruction seriously. The odds that I’m going to get it to the dry cleaner before she outgrows it are not good, and when I looked more closely at the skirt (acetate with a felt applique design), I realized that water would probably destroy it.

My compromise, which adults really can’t do as well, is to strip the dress off her the second we get home from church and hang it up until the next time. I’m hoping she won’t get it dirty enough to show before spring, and then I’ll take it in to the cleaners with the winter coats before I give it away to the next sucker.

Moms are supposed to know better.

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Ohhh…I hate dry clean only stuff. I read labels in the store so I don’t get anything that I can’t treat like my jeans.

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I even followed the label & the wash still ate my favourite baggy black wool jumper…it said it could be cool washed, so I did…it came out looking like something a three year old might fit into if they held their breath…