Why won’t you [un-]Dye?

Traipsing around on FaceBook recently, as I do, I joined a group unpronouncably named CoBloWriMo (Costume Blog Writing Month), which aims to kick members into blogging by giving daily prompts throughout June.  We’re not required to blog every day, or to use all the prompts, just to use the ones which we want.  Nice and easy going.

Day 1, prompt 1. “What are your goals for 2016?”  Well, I already posted something on those lines back in January, which I just re-read.  Pretty much on target so far, although me earlier thoughts on challenges beyond April have altered, and since finishing the SWAP, I haven’t been very organised, therefore, no May entry as yet.

Looks like the SWAP approach is needed throughout the year.

Anyhew, the prompt for today was posted just as I virtuously decided to pre-wash yesterday’s fabric purchases.  This, as you know, is something I only occasionally do.  Great, thought I, this will be a good start, a day 1 post on being a virtuous Fairy, and preparing my fabrics.

Well damn bugger and blast it, as I was pegging it onto the line, I saw dye runs.  LOTS of dye runs.  The lovely navy-print-on-white fabric has turned itself all blue and blotchy AND transferred dye onto the pretty pale grey scissor print AND  made some of the wife’s undies bright blue.

Some swearing ensued.  OK, a lot.

Off to Asda to buy some colour run remover…which didn’t exist.  20 different types of biological stain removers, and half a dozen varieties of wotsit to put in the wash to PREVENT colour runs [thanks Asda/Vanish, rub it in why don’t you?].  No good old colour-run remover.

I bought the product which seemed closest to my needs, and have the stuff soaking now, with the addition of another hefty scoop of vanish.

I’m peeved, my hands are pruney, and I wish I hadn’t bothered…so I’m off to make another, bigger, better bustle.  With pockets.  Cos I can.