I know you all must be dying to know how my ruined load of laundry turned out. Well, about 75% of the stains came out. Some of the clothes are actually stain-free and look pretty good, but the harsh chemical rust remover I had to use faded the colors and made the fibers of the fabric feel kind of different...like, stiffer or something. There are about 5 or 6 articles of clothing that have some fairly noticeable rust stains left, but I'm still working on those. I was over at a friend's house literally ALL DAY LONG washing, re-washing, treating, rinsing, and scrubbing. After all of that didn't work, I finally resorted to the rust remover and it did the trick. I was so paranoid about those awful chemicals being on Scout's clothes, I rinsed them about a zillion times. I'm still not crazy about her wearing them now. Last night was the first night I put some pajamas on her out of that load and I was worried that she would have a skin reaction or something. She didn't. I'm sure it's fine and I'm just being a nut.

Remember this top? It came surprisingly clean!



After a phone call and an e-mail (complete with photos of the rusty clothes) to the Public Works Director and a phone message left for the Mayor, I STILL have not heard back from anyone. I think I'm going to have to keep being the squeaky wheel in order to get anything accomplished. At this point, I would just be happy if the city compensated me for all the laundry products I had to buy and if I could get the ball rolling on putting something in place where they actually warn the residents about the hydrant flushing. I'm not usually this passionate about civil complaints/issues and I absolutely hate confrontation....but I guess I now know that all you have to do is ruin some of my daughter's cute clothes to get a rise out of me. Pretty sad, eh?

So, now you know more details than you ever wanted to know about a load of my laundry. And you'll never get that time back again. Sorry.

Labels: general complaining, laundry