As promised, here is the next installment in the 3 part story, of the things we have managed to do to the carpet in my parents' basement, which happens to be a small part of a bigger and wilder tale.... Murphy's law (Murphy visits us often, such as here and here) bites in small spaces.
I was sorting laundry during my weekly assault on my mother's washer upstairs. I had my batches sorted into baskets on the bed to be toted upstairs. I carefully balanced the bottle of bleach in the basket of whites, ready to lift and carry, when as so often happens, my attention was drawn by an emergency, real or pretend, perpetuated by my children. I returned no more than 2 minutes later, to find the basket had overbalanced and fallen to the floor. I then discovered much to my dismay, that in a rush I hadn't replaced the cap straight on the bottle and it had splashed and leaked all over the carpet. I blotted, and blotted, and tried to dilute, only to discover that after about 10 minutes, the beautiful warm brown with gold highlights colored carpet, had a 3½" circle of bright tiger orange with spots of the same color dotting the surrounding area. I was sick! I felt like the naughty teenager again as I waited for my parents to come home so I could confess what I did!
Once again, they were very understanding and forgave me quickly as I described my research into possible solutions for repairing the damage and intentions to pay for said repairs. I am grateful they saved the scraps from the installment of the carpet so that we had a better chance of a match instead of trusting fate in getting a dye lot to match. We know how well that usually works out and with Murphy firmly planted in our corner, we had no chance. So, a knowledgeable man came, cut the carpet and patched the area. We were pleased with the results and are now awaiting the bill.
I was sorting laundry during my weekly assault on my mother's washer upstairs. I had my batches sorted into baskets on the bed to be toted upstairs. I carefully balanced the bottle of bleach in the basket of whites, ready to lift and carry, when as so often happens, my attention was drawn by an emergency, real or pretend, perpetuated by my children. I returned no more than 2 minutes later, to find the basket had overbalanced and fallen to the floor. I then discovered much to my dismay, that in a rush I hadn't replaced the cap straight on the bottle and it had splashed and leaked all over the carpet. I blotted, and blotted, and tried to dilute, only to discover that after about 10 minutes, the beautiful warm brown with gold highlights colored carpet, had a 3½" circle of bright tiger orange with spots of the same color dotting the surrounding area. I was sick! I felt like the naughty teenager again as I waited for my parents to come home so I could confess what I did!
Once again, they were very understanding and forgave me quickly as I described my research into possible solutions for repairing the damage and intentions to pay for said repairs. I am grateful they saved the scraps from the installment of the carpet so that we had a better chance of a match instead of trusting fate in getting a dye lot to match. We know how well that usually works out and with Murphy firmly planted in our corner, we had no chance. So, a knowledgeable man came, cut the carpet and patched the area. We were pleased with the results and are now awaiting the bill.
2 comments:
Wow. I totally know what you mean about feeling like a naughty teenager... We've had some mishaps here, too. Nothing quite as extreme. The worst part is that things go on here, and no matter who does it, I feel like my kids will get the blame since they live here. They have even been blamed for tearing apart my parents' livingroom couch. I knew it was their dog, my kdis are just not destructive toward furniture. Later, the dog was caught in the act by my dad and it was obvious no kids could do that damage.
Anyway, hopefully you have smooth sailing from here on out! GOod luck with your house- the race is on :)
Yikes! I am so sorry Brooke. I'm glad you were able to repair the damage. I'm sure you will be so glad to get into your own house so you won't have to feel so bad when things go wrong. Keep your chin up.
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