If you're new here, allow me to introduce my daughter Mini. She gets her blog name, because she looks a lot like me. After three boys, she's the baby who made me a girl mom. Her first word was 'bow.' Her mission in life is to make everyone laugh. She's 20 and will be studying abroad in Florence next semester. She's a junior at Notre Dame, where she has the Evans Scholarship (a scholarship for caddies with a financial need, excellent caddy record, strong character, and good academic standing. We only pay for her food at ND - talk about feeling like you won the lottery).
She does well academically, but our goals are to keep her:
1. from attempting to cook things in the kitchen (because we value our lives),
2. off the expressways (she got her license during the pandemic and maybe it was a sympathy 'pass'), and
3. in a high income job one day, so she can afford to have someone else do her laundry for her . . . permanently.She loves to shop for new clothes, but would never dream of putting any clothes away. She's quick witted, a learned trait perhaps after dealing with three older brothers. She's caring and empathetic, but prefers not to hug. She's 6 feet tall, (her college friends swear that she came back after the summer and is actually taller, she's wondering if she grew AGAIN) and while she played basketball (and tennis, and badminton) in high school - her approach was: "Look at us, laughing and having fun!" She is a friend to all, but if you ask Curly - she's not someone to ever get in an argument with. There's no winning.
Over the summer, I bought her new red cropped jeans that were on sale. She LOVES them. She washed them . . . without my involvement which is the expectation now that she's in college. This 'do your own laundry' thing is something she dislikes strongly.
She wasn't home and I needed to use the washer, so I switched her laundry into the dryer. In the process, I noticed her little black and white gingham dress had red streaks on it. Yikes. When she got home, I told her I'd put her things in the dryer. Mini and Curly shopping for
ice cream and Mini
is wearing the pants.
Then I broke the news to her: Mini, just remember clothes can be replaced. (pause) I think your red jeans bled on your other clothes. Did you mean to put those in with the rest of your laundry?
Yes, she knew the jeans were in the laundry. See: academically strong, but otherwise, well - we all have weaknesses. I warned her about the state of her black and white dress and her pink shorts. She was like, I don't have pink shorts.The pink shorts
making a white comeback.
Um, YOU DO NOW.
I pointed out that this is a mistake you make once, and then you figure it out. She said this ISN'T the first time though. "I'll never learn this." Really? I find that hard to believe, but I've watched her struggle to make minute rice, so perhaps some skills elude her.
All in all, she lost the black and white gingham sundress that she wore once, a pair of tan caddy shorts (these shorts had seen better days, so maybe the red jeans did her a favor by off-ing them), her new beach-y, gauzy white shorts, and a few socks. It was a small miracle that other light colored things were not impacted. Phew. Oh, look. A tan gingham dress . . .
but still with a black lining.
I tried multiple times to wash the ruined items using different 'stuff', but the red/pink wouldn't budge. After she was back at school, I bought RIT. I boiled water on the stove with the RIT mixed in. In good news: she has her white shorts back. And she now has a sundress that once was gingham, and now is light tan? With pops of the once-black-and-white fabric along the seams. Maybe we can dye it another solid color at some point.
Do you have a terrible laundry incident you'd like to share, or are you still in recovery? Or are you related to someone who struggles with the concept of DON'T WASH REDS WITH WHITES? Have you used RIT? Have you dyed clothing another color? If so - tips are welcome.