My dear sweet husband wears khakis for a living. Every day except Sunday, it's a uniform, that includes button up shirts, belt and shoes. He looks nice in it and has some variety in what he wears. He does have the habit of storing them up somewhere in the closet we share and then adding them all to the laundry pile at once. It used to be a pain, because I was so poor at getting the laundry done the day it started that they would end up wrinkled and then I would have to iron five or six pair of khakis at once. He was on vacation this past week and guess what showed up in the wash...That's right, five pair of khaki or khaki like slacks! You're a good guesser!
I made a load of them adding in two dress shirts and two of my shirts and a pair of cargos. When I went to get them out of the dryer this morning, I discovered that a crayon had made it through the security check and swam across the wash tub and took a twirl in the dryer with the clothes, leaving little I love you's all over Joel's clothes. Dismay! Horror! Guilt! Currently the surviving clothes include one pair of Joel's pants, one of my shirts, a Hawaiian shirt of Joel's and the cargos. I feel terrible. Here's the evidence photos that the laundry room had taken of the clothes to put in their report to the clothes police
There is something that I did discover, this is exactly why this blog is called Hands on Home arts and NOT Hands on Home science. Things don't always turn out the way that you expect them to when you're an artist. It's not exact. You can do something a million times and get a million different results, science is a little more exacting than that. Well, and then there's the obvious other reason of not wanting to label my blog HoHs. Yeah, that definitely wouldn't work.
PS I smell like I should be working in a car repair shop now.