In honor of Halloween, I have a scary story to tell about a ghoulishly stained tablecloth. Deep in a dark corner of the basement (where there was recently spotted a very large black snake and is a well-known haunt of the abhorrent jumping camel cricket, are you scared yet?) I found this once beautiful tablecloth. Brought back from a long ago trip to Venice, it's cream colored linen and handmade lace was stained and mottled with black and green mold.
|Bone-chillingly horrendous stains!|
|It's a miracle!|
There is still one tiny ghost of a stain left from the large patch of black mold, but it's so small that I can only see it when it's inches from my face.
I can't wait to use this to revive more of my stained treasures.