Some of you may remember when the floods first hit Ipswich and Brisbane, I blogged about those who had been affected and I mentioned one of our fellow bloggers, Erin. Erin's house went under. Like completely under. Over the roof. Her and her family pretty much lost everything. After the initial clean up they sorted through the ruins of their possessions and picked out what they thought they could save, and what meant the most to them to try and save. I put my hand up for laundry duty (of course) and when Erin called me one morning finally asking for help, I was thrilled. She needed help with some antique furniture she desperately wanted to save, so my Mum took a friend over to her and he got started on the task at hand. While Mum was there she grabbed some costumes, some fabric, and Erin's mothers chenille bedspread, all in need of some laundry loving. Mum set about washing and scrubbing and soaking and got almost all of her precious items looking like new. I took the chenille. I wish now I had taken a before shot. I'll be honest, when I pulled it out of the bag I thought there was no way I could save it. To say it was filthy would be an understatement. It had been tossed out with so many other things and had been lying in the mud for a week, under the rubble, before it was found. And it smelt. After several days of cleaning, this is how it came up. You would never know what this beauty had been through. There are 2 very small rust marks on it, and that is it. Maybe she should wear those rust marks as a badge of honour? The funny thing is, I had never actually even met Erin until yesterday when I got to return the bedspread to her. Thank you for trusting me with this Erin, it was my absolute pleasure to bring this back to you.
