I was on a mission to tackle Mount Laundry Saturday and learned that when you wash a khaki sofa slipcover, you might want to make sure you’re not also washing a purple crayon, especially before you toss them both into the hot dryer for a good 45 minutes…you know, just enough time for the purple crayon to really settle into the fabric. I also accidentally washed a harmonica that had wedged its way down into the creases and folds of the slipcover but found it pretty quicklyÂ after starting the dryer.Â The crayon’s nothing a few strategically placed throw pillows can’t hide and the harmonica survived unscathed. Sometimes I’m really fearful of what living things I might discover in the creases of the slipcover.
On to other domestic pursuits, I thought the Earth might fling itself off its rotational axis last night as I mended a sweater, two polo work shirts, and sewed a button back on to a pair of the hubby’s work khakis!
My mom always had a basket of sewing to tend to when I was growing up and she crochets beautiful afghans and my maternal grandmother had a designated sewing room and made beautiful quilts, some of which I am lucky to haveÂ in my possession. According to a wonderful bio written by my great aunt (my maternal grandmother’s sister), their grandmother, Nanny, tattedÂ and sewed.
Apparently the sewing (and cooking) genes all passed me by and headed straight for Martha Stewart’s house. But it’s nice to know I can actually sew on a button. We just won’t talk about the elf-size apron I made in 10th grade Home Ec because I couldn’t figure out the pattern.
p.s. It’s a good thing this isn’t an audio post because I sound like I’ve been chain smoking Marlboro reds all weekend. Darn this lingering March crud!