Tuesday, October 17, 2006

The Bane of my Existence

Amy will appreciate this story. Here goes:

Yesterday, Elena steps off the school bus with this smarmy little smile on her face and says one word to me "Pastels". I bring my hands up to the each side of my head, grab a handful of my own hair in each hand and whisper "NO!". "Yes" my child says as she grins from ear to ear "and the art teacher said it won't wash out". I just say "smocks" to her. She shakes her head from side to side and says "we don't use them in art class". "Why the hell not?" I say to myself. I then remind Elena she has a smock in her backpack, but she informed me no one else wears one and she would prefer to wear one actually so she could really go crazy, but won't because, well no one else wears one.

The shirt was worn one other time (of course). She comes home and changes into her play clothes and I study the shirt. It's a yellow stain and kinda near the bottom of a light pink shirt. "Can I do it?", I ask myself. I know a challenge when I hear one, "it won't wash out you say" I say to myself in a sing-songy voice. I get out the Shout-cover the entire stain completely and let it sit on the washer a bit. I come in later and it was mocking me, I swear. I wash the shirt. Damn stain still there-I curse the shirt, get out detergent, a bar of flax seed soap and an old toothbrush and start to work. I run the bar soap across the damp stain, I then add the detergent and I grab the toothbrush and scrub-all different directions teaching that shirt that you don't mock me! I rinse the shirt and rescrub, giving it something to whine about and then I rewash the shirt. I take it out, inspect it under fluorescent lighting and then natural light. Looks good. I dry the shirt and Voila! It's out. Who is mocking who now?

Moral of the story: Don't screw with my laundry and don't tell me something won't come out without knowing my obvious laundry prowess.

12 comments:

Amy O'Neill Houck said...

You rock my laundry world! (BTW, I got a huge wine stain out this weekend...)

jess said...

lol! deneen, that is too funny! kudos to you!

Cindy said...

LOL!!!! Laundry Goddess.

Wendy said...

Ha ha ha...that is so funny! I am sending my spots to you.

Actually, I had an oil spot on one of my shirts that hadn't come out in a couple of washes. I switched to a different Laundry detergent All with spotlifter and it came out in one wash.

Stacy said...

You go girl!

Allena said...

go you! you're the laundry queen if it didn't come out i would've sent the shirt to the school with a letter saying use smocks in art! or washable stuff.

Jewels said...

Oh I have no doubt about you ans laundry! Stains are for lazy people, lol.

Kathy said...

Out, Out Damn Spot! You and my Mom are Laundry Goddesses. She takes a q-tip swab and dabs diluted bleach on stains on her white shirts. I just don't wear white. Or light colors. Thank goodness my scrubs are navy blue.

ThreeOliveMartini said...

so does that mean you will come do mine?

noricum said...

Yay you! I used to get oil pastels all over myself when I was a kid, and my mom used to use baby oil to get it off me. I think I was still wearing smocks at that age, saving my clothing.

Kimberly said...

Go Deneen Go!

Three cheers for not letting the stain win out over your laundry-goddess skills.

Anonymous said...

My heroine!!

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