Today's post is a sad tale of non-colour fast rugs and disasters of epic proportions.
Grab yourself a box of tissues and sit tight.
Once upon a time I bought a small runner for the kitchen. It was the perfect cheery blue, the perfect match to the dining wall colour. Yes, the kids and the husband were unable to walk on it without crumpling it into a heap, but that was their problem, not mine. Me and the rug were happy. Or so I thought.
After a couple of weeks I noticed the rug was getting a little bit dusty here and there, I looked for the label and it only said 100% cotton, wipe clean with damp sponge. Well, I thought it's cotton, it will cope with a gentle 15 minutes cold wash in the machine, it might shrink a little, but that's ok.
So that's what I did. I banged it in the washing machine and went off my merry way. I made the beds, hoovered the floor...
When it was clean I moved it into the dryer and once again I went off my merry way. Except that this time my merry way consisted of putting into the washing machine one (not two, please note this detail, it'll become important later) of the white (WHITE) lounge curtains. (And yes, the sanity of white curtains shall be discussed in another post).
It was only when the washing machine round window showed me the wet curtain gaining a lovely blue tint that I realised my mistake.
The colour of the 'colour-catcher' sheet should have been a warning too:
Romantically I chosed to focus on how pretty it looked.
The moral of the story? One ruined curtain (if only I'd washed both at the same time....)
40 minutes of my life I'll never get back spent washing the inside of the dryer coated in a sticky bright blue mess.
An innocent looking rug lying on the floor like nothing happened.