I played the keyboard for both our Maundy Thursday services yesterday – once at 12 and again at 7. Right after the 12:00 service, I went out looking for dark brown dye to do the couch upholstery. I went to two craft supply stores, Target, Walmart, and two grocery stores before I found it. Everybody had scarlet, black, and dark blue. A couple of them even had tan. But dark brown was rare.
In spite of my earlier debacle with the red dye and the pink clothing, I used the washing machine to do this job. The materials all fit in one load, so that worked out well.
I put in extra dye to make sure the color was nice and dark. It took FOREVER to rinse out all the dye.
The buttons dyed very nicely. Some strings came off a couple of them, and I can’t find one of the missing strings, but I have some string similar to what was lost. I have no idea what the black thing is though, or where it came from. It worries me a little. I couldn’t put the upholstery on the couch last night because it was so late. Maybe today I’ll figure out what that thing is.
Yesterday’s Lenten Chore: Collect trash from all over the house to put out.
Come on Brad … you should know what that black ring is.
It’s a thingamajig for a whatchamacallit.
And it will make a nice addition to any junk drawer!
It looks like a hair comb for a doll. Would Tara like to play with it?
No, that’s definitely a doohickey. Don’t bother fact-checking. I’m totatlly right.
Are you only going to wash brown things in your next twenty loads to be safe?
(Yea, I was thinking the same thing … you probably don’t want to do any whites for several weeks ’cause
you won’t feel very fresh in brown tinted underwear … ewww)
hehehe
You know how much chocolate brown I own?! 🙂 I can bring it all over and you can wash it until you are sure the dye is gone. Then I can give you white things that I wouldn’t mind being brown and you can practice on those!
OR – you could offer to wash UPS uniforms for a week. I can call my UPS guy, Doug, and see if he has some dirty laundry for you!
Isn’t it a mouthharp for a blowfish?
No, No, No. You must delete this entry RIGHT NOW, before THEY see it! You are in danger!
That is the Key that unlocks The Van Gogh Code. You must bring it to Amsterdam. There you will meet with an albino monk who will lead you to the special rock in the special dyke. The key will uncover Amsterdam’s most precious secret. That Van Gogh was really…
a woman.
Quick delete all files, hide the key in the new gas grill, they will never think to look there. Lock ALL Your doors!
Hee hee. You said ‘dyke’.
It’s a finch.
Heh.
That’s probably the only piece that holds your entire couch together. Without it, the first person to sit on it will cause the couch to fall completely apart leaving the poor soul sitting on the floor, dazed and confused.
Actually, it’s probably a vital part of your washing machine. I might not be kidding.