Moldy Oldies
Today, I was going to go to the Anti-Cruelty Society for some good old-fashioned volunteerism. I mean, if you can't afford to donate money, why not donate time? I've got plenty of it. I had a time set up to be there and everything.
Then the volunteer coordinator called and said my volunteer trainer was sick today and couldn't be there. I'm still going on Sunday, but still. Sad timez.
So instead, I decided to go to Target. Target is fun, especially alone (darknes is a great guy, but is Not Good to Shop at Large Stores With), and I'd been meaning to go for a month or so. Before going, I ruminated briefly on what I should wear. I decided to wear my leather-front sweater, since it is comfortable, warm, and just a wee bit edgy. Thinking it hadn't been taken out of the closet for the season, I headed downstairs to pluck it out.
After some weeding around in said closet, I realized it was not there, but another jacket I had forgotten about was (DKNY, black denim with worn sections and red trim, got for like $8 at Crossroads). As I pulled it out, something caught my eye on the floor of the closet. More accurately, it was the toe of a boot.
And it was covered in mold.
Brief backstory: our tub used to drip into the storage area that abuts my closet, and that was getting way moldy a while ago. I called out the management co, they fixed the leak, cleaned the mold, and painted the wall to prevent the mold from coming back. I found mold in that closet once in the past, in December of 2008, and at that time it claimed a purse and a bag, but no other clothing. About a month ago, I found a pair of New Rocks had gone moldy. I cleaned them, and they appear not to be relapsing.
So after seeing one boot covered in mold, I started digging. Its partner was, too. The boots I wore for the entire tour (and haven't worn since, largely because they require a trip to the cobbler) were pretty moldy, too, as were my Demonia trainers. The Doc Martens I wore while studying abroad were entirely gone, too mold-covered to be salvageable, as were my scary tall Demonia sandals and the original pair of boots I'd discovered.
I antibacterial sprayed the entire area, hoping that "antibacterial" and "antifungal" are close enough for government work in this instance. I also fully cleaned the save-worthy shoes and pulled everything away from the wall what had caused the moldering to happen. Sucks, though.
Then the volunteer coordinator called and said my volunteer trainer was sick today and couldn't be there. I'm still going on Sunday, but still. Sad timez.
So instead, I decided to go to Target. Target is fun, especially alone (darknes is a great guy, but is Not Good to Shop at Large Stores With), and I'd been meaning to go for a month or so. Before going, I ruminated briefly on what I should wear. I decided to wear my leather-front sweater, since it is comfortable, warm, and just a wee bit edgy. Thinking it hadn't been taken out of the closet for the season, I headed downstairs to pluck it out.
After some weeding around in said closet, I realized it was not there, but another jacket I had forgotten about was (DKNY, black denim with worn sections and red trim, got for like $8 at Crossroads). As I pulled it out, something caught my eye on the floor of the closet. More accurately, it was the toe of a boot.
And it was covered in mold.
Brief backstory: our tub used to drip into the storage area that abuts my closet, and that was getting way moldy a while ago. I called out the management co, they fixed the leak, cleaned the mold, and painted the wall to prevent the mold from coming back. I found mold in that closet once in the past, in December of 2008, and at that time it claimed a purse and a bag, but no other clothing. About a month ago, I found a pair of New Rocks had gone moldy. I cleaned them, and they appear not to be relapsing.
So after seeing one boot covered in mold, I started digging. Its partner was, too. The boots I wore for the entire tour (and haven't worn since, largely because they require a trip to the cobbler) were pretty moldy, too, as were my Demonia trainers. The Doc Martens I wore while studying abroad were entirely gone, too mold-covered to be salvageable, as were my scary tall Demonia sandals and the original pair of boots I'd discovered.
I antibacterial sprayed the entire area, hoping that "antibacterial" and "antifungal" are close enough for government work in this instance. I also fully cleaned the save-worthy shoes and pulled everything away from the wall what had caused the moldering to happen. Sucks, though.