So confident was I in my newfound wool scouring abilities that I got the kiddies off to bed by 8:30,
Yeah, about that lanolin.
The bases of the locks are still yellow. Oh noes! Could it be the dreaded
The stains are all at the base of the locks. They are soft, buttery yellow, not bright yellow. The fiber seems sound. And the most damning evidence of all? My twice washed twice rinsed spun dry locks are still greasy as all get out.
Hrm. Looks like more washing is in order. Stain or no, they’re unacceptably greasy.
(but lovely and fine and fluffy and I can not WAIT to get them prepped for playing with!)
And now for something completely different. A man with a tape recorder up his nose.
No, not that. Gullible small people.
The scene: Dinner two nights ago. In addition to our regularly scheduled dinner items, we are having a veggie mix of broccoli, carrots, and cauliflower.
Anna: What’s this white stuff?
Anna: I like cauliflower. Where does it come from?
Anna: [looking appropriately skeptical] No it doesn’t.
Anna: No. . . where does it come from?
Me: It grows on the moon. That is why the moon is white. It is covered in cauliflower.
Anna: Oh! Okay.
Me: No, I was just kidding. Cauliflower does not grow on the moon. It grows in gardens, or on farms.
Anna: [already tuning me out and on to some other random subject]
Scene II: Yesterday evening
Anna: Mom, what was that white stuff?
Me: What white stuff?
Anna: The stuff we had for dinner. That grows on the moon.
Me: [boggles at how easily she bought that one, wonders what other misleading information I can stuff her impressionable young mind with]