There was a time in the not so distant past where what happened in my dryer today would have been a tragedy. There was a time, maybe less than two years ago, where when I opened my dryer door and found the scene that I found this evening would have been a situation where I immediately logged onto www.diaperswappers.com for a sympathetic ear to cry to. However, tonight I’ll blog about it and hope that either someone can relate, or at least find a little humor in the story I am about to tell.
Pre-Goodmama, I had what most cloth diapering moms might consider a nice *hyena stash* full of Clothmopolitans, Fussybutts, Righteous Baby, First Class Baby’s and other high-end work at home mom (WAHM) made diapers. Several of the aforementioned diapers, some really nice bamboo preflats (here’s my plug for www.hyenacart.com/littlemstore) and all my Thirsties covers were in the wash today. Cold rinse, hot wash, cold rinse and into a HOT dryer we go. I’ve done this routine more times than I can count over the last 3.5 years, so it is easy to understand how I missed the BRIGHT ORANGE CRAYON that was dropped into my diaper pail. Had I taken the time to gaze with admiration (as I embarrassingly used to do) as I put each diaper in the dryer, I might have discovered it before it was too late, but no…I grabbed the wad of clean, wet diapers and threw them into the dryer and turned it on. Maybe had I checked to see if they were dry when the buzzer sounded, I could have saved one or two of them, but nope…I just turned it on for the 2nd cycle without a glance or a thought.
Every.Last.Diaper is now a shade of orange and/or has bright orange markings all over them.
I am glad that I never gave in and bought a GoodMama and planned my child’s college tution based upon their resale value, because as of today, at least half of my diapers officially have been resigned to the FFS (free for shipping) section on www.diaperswappers.com or www.clothdiapernation.com .
….or maybe I’ll market them as High Quality, Preloved, UNIQUELY HAND DYED BY A CHILD diapers, and I’ll get some money out of them when Maggie finishes using her pretty diapers.