Monday, January 19, 2009
Update on Charlie's Soap
That post I did on my bowing robes was kind of wacky with all the photos, so I thought I'd do a separate post on the results, instead of adding to the original piece. The stains, left on for God knows how long, came out beautifully. I kind of wished I had put a safety pin or other demarcation so I could photograph the "after," but I didn't, so you'll have to trust me. I think the robe is made from a poly-cotton, so that might explain its great success.
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I thought I left my Charlie's soap you gave me at the laundromat. Boooo!
But then I found it! In the car! Yaaaaaaaay!
Cellllll-A-braaaay-shon! Let's celebrate! It's awright!
(That's a word picture of how I was feeling when I found the Charlie's soap in the car.)
Okay, you know how the above comment sounds like I'm a crazy person who cares way too deeply about soap? Well, listen to THIS!
Picture me, standing at the washing machine, pulling out my grandmother's embroidered pillowcases, embroidered for her with her initials by HER mother, my great grandmother. Picture me pulling out a pillowcase and discovering...
...that it has been dyed a kind of revolting liver color by an errant table-runner that snuck into my whites load without my knowledge. This thing is like 80 years old and is one of the only relics of my great grandmother I have, and I've just ruined it. Try to imagine the feeling.
Now imagine it's a week later and I'm putting away the laundry (that's how I roll--wash in December, put away in February). I see the gray/pink pillowcases and my heart plummets to the floor. At the last minute before I slip into a depressive coma I think, "Wait! What about that Charlie's stuff? It worked on the bowing robes! That was a tough stain."
So I put the ruint pillowcases (bear in mind, THEY HAD BEEN THROUGH THE DRYER) into a bucket with about a quarter cup of Charlie's soap and enough hot water to cover. I soaked them for 45 minutes or so. When I took them out,
the water
in the bucket
was beet colored
and the pillowcases
were white.
as.
snow.
That's why I'm not a crazy person. That's why Charlie's soap is worthy of religious fervor.
OMG! I KNEW there was a reason I was getting all fervor-y about it. It's not just magic! My devotion is also divinely inspired.
Thanks for the comment, NomX3, and I'll be sure to comment on your blog as soon as I can come up with something witty to say! You and your merry band of commentors have me splittin' a side over there.
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