My wardrobe isn’t huge, but I do have my fair share of threads. And unfortunately, I don’t have much space in my dresser. So I store a good portion of my tops in a hand-me-down blanket chest from Mr. Husband’s stepfather’s father.
And I hate it.
Because it stinks.
I can’t get the smell out of the chest and return it to its cedar goodness.
And I wonder where all the moths have gone. Clearly, they used to be a big enough problem that people filled their closets, dressers, basements, to the brim with toxic mothballs to keep them away. They like to eat wool, right? Maybe we just wear less wool? (Not me, I have a wool/cashmere addiction… it’s really unhealthy. I’d never be caught dead in a cotton sweater – to me that’s like wearing a wool swimsuit. The textiles should match the garment type! Okay, stepping off my strange textile soapbox…)
I’m worried about the little mothies. Bats like to eat them right? Are there more bats? Maybe the excessive mothball usage did them in?
Such a mystery.
What is not a mystery is that my clothes stink. So instead of lovely piece of jewelry, or a vacation, or a housekeeper for a year (hm, I actually wish I had thought of that before) I have asked for a push present (the ethics of a push present will be discussed at a later date) to solve my problem. I want a big, beautiful, mothball-less blanket chest in which to store my cashmere. Fingers crossed that Mr. Husband comes through on this one!
Off to ponder the disappearance of little dust-winged moths some more…