Dear hearts and gentle people, occasionally I do something so stupid that, rather than hide it behind a facade of perfection, I put it out there for all the world to see, as a cautionary tale for others.
Or perhaps you already knew not to throw three yards of inky raw silk into the same washing machine as your white towels?
And beige towels...
And cotton tee shirts (which admittedly were already a bit stained in the armpits).
Fortunately I wasn't washing any of my prized home-sewn shirts or Jean Louis gowns.
And what of the silk, you ask? You'll be happy to know that it did come out softer (I let it air dry), though it still has a bit of that raw silk stink -- a cross between fish skin and the detergent aisle at the Dollar Store; actually, the entire Dollar Store has that odor. Apparently it has something to do with a protein in the silk called sericin. You can read more about it at Pattern Review.
|Laundered raw silk: softer but needs ironing.|
In other news, would you like to read an interview with me and learn what makes me tick? Of course you would! Well, my new best friend from the UK, journalist Sarah Adie, has profiled me on her wonderful blog, Black Cat Originals -- an excellent resource if you want to know what's going on in Manchester, as occasionally I do.
If I'd known that photo of me hugging my Singer 66 treadle would get so much exposure, I'd have exfoliated before taking it. You can read the full interview here.
Readers, I must away. I hope your weekend is a productive one and please, if you're planning to pre-wash raw silk, splurge and launder it in the machine by itself. Your towels will thank you.
Have a great weekend, everybody!
PS - Any laundry disaster stories you wish to share? Bonus points for the best one!