She Airs Her Dirty Linens

Last Saturday I made a scrumptious blueberry french toast. Invited the family over to partake of it.

Yum. It was good. Worthy of the linen napkins with which I dressed the table.

When I pulled the linens from the dryer, I noticed blue spots covering all eight of them.

Blueberries? Really, we aren't that terribly messy when we eat.

It took me a second load of whites to realize it most definitely wasn't blueberry.

Somehow, an ink pen made it's way into my dryer, dotting the drum with globs of ink.

Since the INTJ personality in me tends to turn everything into a scientific experiment, I will point out to you that only the 'pure' fabrics attracted the ink. All of the blends were spared.

Oh, lucky them.

Here is hoping that cheap hairspray will remove the spots. I do not use hairspray, and what I have in the house is not the cheap variety.

The scientist in me also wonders how to remove the ink from the drum. Hairspray? Heated? This sounds combustible, at best.

More wet linens?