Last week - I think it was Tuesday - I dropped a bottle of perfume. (It broke.) Today's I'm smelling my perfume again. Unfortunately, its in the laundry.
Let me back up for a moment and tell you this story from the beginning.
It was a busy morning. Getting ready for work in a hurry after staying up past midnight to prepare for meetings at the office. After a quick shower, I pulled on dress pants and a blazer. One of the go to outfits in my closet, clean and ready to go. I put on the jewelry, makeup and shoes that went with it somewhat blindly, wishing I could curl back up in the bed.
In my hustle to get ready so hubby could walk out the door on time, after I stayed in bed 10 minutes late, I still had lotion on my hands when i reached for the perfume. I didn't grip it tightly, and it slid to the floor. Breaking less than an inch from my foot instantly creating a cloud of Dolce and Gabbana that drifted throughout the house.
Down the hall to Big Girls' bathroom where she was getting ready, to the kitchen where hubby was packing lunches. It was/is the nice quality perfume that you really just need one spray to get through the day. However on this day, the house had taken a dosing worth a year or more.
So, I mopped most of it up with a washcloth. The bath mat was also soaked, but I decided to leave it. "Couldn't be too bad to leave a little fresh scent in the house," I thought to myself.
It was too much. By Saturday I was embarrassed and I think hubby was a little annoyed that the smell was lingering. So, I decided to wash the rug. I threw it in with the kids bathroom rugs. Double rinsed just in case and threw them in the dryer and went in to cook dinner.
About 20 minutes later, I walked through the house and caught a little whiff. Rose the One, making its way in from the laundry room, through the garage and playroom and into the dinning area.
Not the worst. Especially since hubby had been working in the yard all day. A little pleasant scent may be just what we need.
The load of laundry was finished and as I switched the next load to the dryer the scent got stronger, so I re-rinsed them. After the second rinse I went ahead and put them in the dryer. Three load later, there is still a faint scent on the clothes.
I thought about re-washing everything again, but decided it wasn't worth it. The clothes are clean. Washing them again would be a lot of work, and I've got a game of High-Ho-Cherry-O waiting on me.
P.S. The day of the spill I rinsed my feet off in the tub before going to work. The girl in the cube next to me said it was bearable.