I am a believer that quilts should be used. They should be loved. That with each washing they get better.
They are for taking to the beach, picnicking in the park, cuddling on the couch, taking perfect family photos where everyone smiles and looks at the camera and no three year olds are freaking out because their little brother is trying to touch them.
Know what they are not for?
Cheap restaurant crayons in the hot sun.
THEY ARE NOT FOR THAT.
Case in point. Morning in the park. Four kids. Three sets of crayons.
The freaking out of the three year old with the brother trying to touch her has nothing on the mother who sees the carnage of the dumb (cuss) crayons all over her beloved, heirloom, irreplaceable, made with love and care, by Target on clearance, rainbow quilt.
The mother who put it in the garage for a month as to not deal with it because she felt just like this about it.
The mother who wanted to sue the maker of the dumb melt to liquid in 80º weather crayons, but instead reached out to the genius crayon removal service Google.
Dumb Google told me to put a paper bag on top of the crayon stains and iron them.
THAT DID NOT HELP.
If 80º weather can melt crayons, imagine what an iron can do.
NOT GOOD THINGS.
Lots of ideas were thrown around. Lots involving trips to the store to buy things like WD-40 and GooGone.
But one safer, ingredient is already in the pantry, solution caught her eye.
Crystal suggested a paste of baking soda, then a cold water wash.
Baking soda commenced.
Washing machine spin concluded.
Gone. All of the spots magically, brilliantly, gloriously, disappeared.
All but the ones that the stupid iron set in. Those however, faded enough for me to live with.