As the rest of the world (so it seems to me) slows down to enjoy this wonderfully summery fallish day, the last to be enjoyed before school starts, we ran around frantically trying to get this that and the other taken care of. We have a busy few mornings ahead of us. Today's duties included hair cuts, a quick visit to the pediatrician, grab some lunch and then head to the laundromat to wash Rebecca's comforter. It was gross. A wash was badly needed!
I had called the dry cleaner's and enquired as to what they would charge to wash it. They said $35, possibly more. Cheapskate that I am did not want to pay that. Our machine is too small to try to cram a huge cooshie Queen sized comforter into it. Not that I didn't try. Not that half the comforter got wet and the other half remained dry while bubbles oozed everywhere. Not that I could have been that stupid to have risked breaking our antiquated KitchenAid washing machine of yesteryear... Not that that would have been a bad thing by any means ;)
I grabbed the half wet/half dry comforter and put it in a laundry basket with our Shout and our nearly empty bottle of All. And we all load into the car.
And after the haircuts, visit to the doctors and quick duck into to the deli to grab lunch we headed to Scrub-a-Dub-Dub to wash the comforter.
I hadn't been to a laundromat in years. More than years. Decades. It was quite fascinating, really. It was quiet and clean inside with more washers of all sizes and capacity than we had ever seen before. One such machine looked large enough to place a week's worth of laundry into. The idea had a certain je ne sais quois... appeal, perhaps? Pile all your laundry into one monster machine... let it spin for about half an hour, place in several dryers for a few minutes and voila! Sure beats loading up the machines daily? Or not? I don't know. Maybe notsomuch. I'm pretty sure that luandry sucks no matter how you do it. And admittedly I do realize how lucky I am to be able to do my laundry at home. (I must have had my Big girl panties on today!)
Alexander was quite fascinated by these large machines. I snapped away, finding -- as I usually do -- beauty in the most mundane of places. Today it was the laundromat. How fascinating a place it was to a child. Our errand had become a field trip of sorts. Of course Thing One and Thing Two were fighting in the back ground. Kicking, punching, screaming I hate you across the way. It was pure bliss, pure joy as usual.
I placed the comforter in the dryer for two cycles and it was still wet when I pulled it out. We'd finish it at home, I told the kids. I couldn't take them any longer.
At home when the comforter finally seemed dry I pulled it out only to see that the heat must have been too hot for the foam insert. It seemed to have melted and bunched up in an odd way.. Crap. Perhaps it doesn't pay to be cheap? Perhaps I should have sent it to the dry cleaners? But what if they had ended up charging me $50 for it. And I would have to wash it twice a year? Fcuk. Fcuk. Fcuk. I've ruined Rebecca's gorgeous comforter. There is no tag with washing instructions. I looked. Thoroughly. I'm furious and upset. Here is a picture of Rebecca's bedding. (You'll have to scroll down a little.) The bedding in Tommy Hilfiger's Hibiscus Hill. Can I return it him? Would he take it back? I am devastated I love it so! I could remove the insert and turn the comforter into a duvet cover... and maybe that would not be such a bad idea, because it could be removed and washed much more readily... oh what to do?
I came home after our ordeal and passed out while the boys were playing upstairs. I had been up since 4:22 am. A result of a loudly snoring husband who had taken all of the covers.
When I woke up, the kids and I made these deliciously scrumptious treats! Recipe on my food blog ;
