Living and Dyeing

On New Year’s Eve 2003 we had several friends over to celebrate. We were all newly married, and we drank sparkling cider and enjoyed a sit-down dinner in our formal dining room, which to this day remains bereft of furniture, since we’re still saving up for a nice dining room set. All this information is incidental to the point of this post, and merely sets the stage for the astounding events to follow. The party left us with tablecloths and napkins to launder, most of which were fresh from the wedding registry (sad to admit that this was the first time I’d used this tablecloth since we were married in August? Well, at any rate, it was the first time it needed washing). It was a blue-and-white checkered print, and since it was sort of fuzzy and soft, much like our master bath towels, I blithely tossed them all in the laundry together. Our towels, previously a lovely warm vanilla colour, ended up a rather dingy blue-grey, while the tablecloth and napkins escaped apparently unscathed. Michael expressed some surprise at this apparent lapse of common sense – washing un-like colours, especially on a first washing (Me: ‘But I washed it on the cold cycle! I thought nothing bad could happen in cold water!’) – but was generally forbearing and understanding of the situation, and hasn’t complained at all in the past year-plus about our master bath towels not looking quite so sprightly as they ought.

So this last weekend I thought I had spotted a brilliant solution. I picked up a few really cute maternity tops at the local upscale Goodwill (all Motherhood or Mimi brand names, except for like $5 each instead of $45) and brought them proudly home to wash. One was a rather bright red top, and I was seized with the notion of tossing it in with the unfortunate towels, to compensate for the blue hue with a good red shift. Of course I didn’t really expect it to work, because of course colours don’t bleed in cold water, only hot, but I thought it couldn’t hurt to try.

Well. Michael pulled the towels out of the washer, clean and fresh and complete with random pink spots on them. It reminds me a bit of The Cat in the Hat Comes Back, with an inexorable pink stain that just gets progressively worse and worse. It actually doesn’t look bad, and I’m trying to look on the bright side: it’s sort of like one step away from having monogrammed towels! Now Michael and I can have our own personalised towels without having our initials sewn on to them. But I have now officially given up on the towels and will try no further attempts at rectifying the situation.