It hasn’t been a good week for my clothes.  No, I haven’t lost any of them, but…

First of all I managed to dye my running shoes grey. Yes, grey. They WERE a kind of beige colour, but all of that running I’ve been doing recently had turned them the colour of mud, basically, so when I got back from Wednesday’s run, I decided to throw them in the washing machine, so they’d be nice and clean for my planned trip to the gym the next day.

“And I will throw a bunch of BLACK clothes in with them!” I thought. “Because THAT won’t be a disaster at all!”

But of course, it DID turn out to be a disaster. Because the running shoes came out of the machine GREY. And that’s how I came to find myself making the Least Exciting Shoe Purchase in the Whole World Ever:

running shoes, yesterday
running shoes, yesterday

(Yes, I have noted the irony of the fact that I replaced my dyed-grey shoes with a pair of naturally grey shoes…)

In fairness, I had been planning to buy new running shoes for a while. It had become clear to me that if I intend to keep up the running, I would need two pairs of trainers, one for the gym and one for running outside. Because the gym will probably throw me out if I keep trailing mud across their nice clean floors, and it’s not exactly practical to keep washing them all the time. (The shoes, that is. Not the floors. I’m definitely not washing the gym’s floors, no way.) So I bought these, put the old trainers back into the machine for another spin (on their own this time), and, of course, they came out looking totally pristine and back to normal, so I really didn’t need the second pair at all, except I totally did. Whew!

Anyway, as I said, when I washed the shoes, I washed a bunch of other stuff at the same time, and one of those things was a black sports top of mine.

And when I tried to iron that black top? I burnt it, so now it has a giant iron-shaped mark, right in the middle of the chest. Excellent!

And when I let out a shriek and ran to switch off the iron, lest I damage something else with it? I caught the leggings I was wearing (for yes, readers I WAS WEARING LEGGINGS AND I DON’T EVEN CARE, SO THERE) on the back of Rubin’s “den”, and I ripped those leggings to shreds. Well, shred.

Total damages for the day: one pair of running shoes (now thankfully restored to working order), one top, one pair of leggings.

Not bad for a day when I only actually left the house once!

  1. Some days, I think, you just have to give up and hide under the duvet… I had one of these days a while ago; was trying to finish off a dress I was making for a party, sewed the zip in wrong, unpicked it, sewed it in wrong again, eventually got it right, then tried to iron the satin without turning the heat down on the iron and melted a hole in the back of the dress!

    Hopefully you've used up any clothes-and-shoes bad luck by now, and nothing but good luck from now on!
    .-= Gemma´s last blog ..Spend Less September: Colour Depositing Conditioner =-.

    1. Aaargh, sounds like exactly the kind of thing that would happen to me – well, minus the "dress I was making bit" obviously, because I could try for the rest of my life, but I would never be able to do that. Respect!

    1. THANK YOU! (Or… the leggings thank you, anyway!)

      I know a lot of people will feel the need to sneer at them, but I wear them a lot in the winter with dresses and boots and no one is any the wiser because they just look like tights!

      1. Exactly! And if there are such a crime, then why-oh-why are there millions of them on the high street right now?! Go into any chain and it's like Leggings Central! Essential wear! 3/4 length ones on nippy summer days with a dress and longer ones tucked into boots in winter. What is the problem people?!?! Go grab a domain – I feel a revolution coming on!!!!!!

        Rant over.

        *wine time in t-minus 20 minutes and counting*

  2. Amber,

    Your blog entries about clothes are now on running shoes and leggings. Oh Amber, where did it all go wrong?

    Just kidding. It was very amusing and it's nice to know that someone else can randomly dye their clothes.

    1. If only this were the first time! There was a time when everything I put into the machine would come out grey (unless it was something belonging to Terry, in which case it would come out pink). Luckily grey was, like, SO hot that season.*

      *frantically trying to redeem myself

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