Honorary Smurf

Recently a pair of jeans that I have had for many years went to the denim patch in the sky. I really couldn’t do much to salvage the worn fabric between the thighs since most of the area was threadbare. Fixing them would be more time and money than to just buy a new pair at Old Navy (where I always get my jeans). It was a sad sartorial day in my closet. Sniff, sniff.

Shortly after saying goodbye to my trusty pants, I ordered a new pair online. (Yes, I know the morning period was rather short but I needed a new pair of jeans pronto. The next weekend, when all I wear is jeans, was fast approaching). I found a pair with a dark wash, which is good for a mom who spends time crawling around after a little munchkin.  As soon as I got them, I cleaned them as the instructions stated and as is my common practice with new items. 

The next weekend came and I wore my jeans all day. By the end of that Saturday evening, I was changing into my pajamas and noticed a weird tinge on my legs. I thought it was either my tired eyes or the bathroom lighting so I didn’t give it much thought.

However the next morning with fresh eyes I realized that the jeans’ dye was wearing off on my skin. Further proof came when I took my shower and the water had turned navy. I looked up the product information to see if it said anything and I realized from having worked in retail back in the day, that it would take a number of washes before the color would stop ‘bleeding’ onto my legs.  While I will have to wait a bit longer to get out of my Papa smurf phase, my daughter had it much easier.

For Christmas, I ordered some blue velvet cupcakes from a bakery that I saw online. Since I love red velvet cupcakes, I thought I would see what was so special about blue velvet (aside from it being my favorite color and fabric) ones. When they arrived, I was very excited! They were so pretty and blue that looked more like the sky than the royal blue that I love.

The cupcakes were quite moist and yummy but nothing too different than the red velvet ones. They had more of a vanilla flavor than the red velvet ones I’ve had. I decided that my daughter should try one out with me and let me know if I was correct in my decision. 

I gave her a little piece but she demanded a chunk with frosting. She stuffed it in her face immediately but missed most of her mouth. A good portion of the cupcake landed around her mouth and under her nose. Due to my daughter’s not yet mastering self-feeding herself, the only part of her face that wasn’t blue was her forehead. By the time we had finished the dessert, she looked like a smurf temperature gauge – where the heat hadn’t quite gotten to 100 degrees yet. 

A quick wiping with a towel got rid of all smurfy evidence on her face while I am still dealing with my blue legs! A few days later though, while eating blueberries and blackberries, my daughter looked like a very angry dark Smurfette. Not sure when I will start to regain my human color but at least with a little water, my daughter returns to normal relatively fast.