No longer viscerally sticky
Dec. 28th, 2018 07:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
infryqYesterday I cut all the pieces out of the mauve wool flannel and went
looking for underlining fabrics in stash. I landed on some green mystery
cotton/blend my grandmother sent me when she cleaned out her sewing room a
few years ago. It’s thin and crisp, with a slight sheen— lawn? batiste?
Anyway I trued up the ends, washed it on hot, and gently pressed it. I
should do a burn test to check for polyester, but it was sufficiently
smooth coming out of the wash that I’d be surprised if it was 100% cotton.
I cleaned off the table and the Katie-area in the kitchen to give us some
breathing room. After lunch we cleaned out about a third of the butler
pantry: two major shelves and three small ones. Threw out anything we
couldn’t remember buying or which didn’t pass the sniff test. Deep-cleaned
the surfaces, wiped down all the containers going back in, reorganized to
allocate control over individual shelves and hopefully avoid ingredients
getting lost in the cubbies. P did all the dishes and handled anything
particularly terrible (moths, ancient fats). Immense sense of
accomplishment and greater comfort being in the pantry, which I hadn’t
realized had become uncomfortable. I gloved up for everything, which makes
a huge difference in the number of spoons such an endeavor requires.
Dinner and extremely challenging crossword, then sleep.
looking for underlining fabrics in stash. I landed on some green mystery
cotton/blend my grandmother sent me when she cleaned out her sewing room a
few years ago. It’s thin and crisp, with a slight sheen— lawn? batiste?
Anyway I trued up the ends, washed it on hot, and gently pressed it. I
should do a burn test to check for polyester, but it was sufficiently
smooth coming out of the wash that I’d be surprised if it was 100% cotton.
I cleaned off the table and the Katie-area in the kitchen to give us some
breathing room. After lunch we cleaned out about a third of the butler
pantry: two major shelves and three small ones. Threw out anything we
couldn’t remember buying or which didn’t pass the sniff test. Deep-cleaned
the surfaces, wiped down all the containers going back in, reorganized to
allocate control over individual shelves and hopefully avoid ingredients
getting lost in the cubbies. P did all the dishes and handled anything
particularly terrible (moths, ancient fats). Immense sense of
accomplishment and greater comfort being in the pantry, which I hadn’t
realized had become uncomfortable. I gloved up for everything, which makes
a huge difference in the number of spoons such an endeavor requires.
Dinner and extremely challenging crossword, then sleep.
