I volunteer at a theater. Today we are having some final preparations for a show next weekend where we got a festival for all the young theater groups to put on a show for their parents. So today we have to try all the lights, sounds, mics etc. I am just helping where I can. When I got dressed this morning I threw on a dress from my not clean but not dirty enough to be washed pile. I did give it a smell test and all seemed fine. But as I was running late I just threw it on and jumped on my bike. I had a few things I had to do before arriving at the theater. So I biked around. Sorted that. And finally came in. Upon arrival I sat down and was just.. What the heck is that smell?
It was.. just weird and bad and wrong. I soon realized it was my dress. A lil note about the dress I was I was wearing was that it was black with pinkish red ish flowers. I soon realized there were like weird spots on the fabric of the dress and this was what gave the smell. And I suddenly remembered where I'd smelled it before.
A week ago I went to visit my parents and stayed a few nights. Our dog who lives by them got into heat while I was there. And I realized that she must have slept in my dress while I was out as I'd just thrown my dress on the floor. And her.. well. Blood and juices got soaked into the dress. It is the first time I wear the dress after that visit.
So. I went into the bathroom and tried washing it in the sink with hand soap. It helped.. Slightly. But I could still smell it. But now I was also soaked and running around in a wet dress. And I felt very insecure especially when I had to stand close to these kids to help them with mics.. Something had to happen.
I recalled I'd left a dress by my parents. And imagined my mom has probably washed it. Little note is the fact my family and I live apart but in the same city. And the theater is kinda half way to where my parents and and brothers live. I can't leave because I had tasks to do. But I called up my brother and tried to explain to him why I needed him to come with the dress I'd left there.
Well he agreed. But my mom became nosy on what he was doing and grabbed the phone. I tried to explain and she just... Did not get it.
Please get my brother to bring me my dress. And she is like: "But it is missing a button!" Doesn't matter. This is more important. "But it is wrinkly!" Mom I rather wear a wrinkly dress than smell like week old dog period blood.
Finally she agreed. And luckily my brother was able to make it here quick so I could get changed. I changed in the car with him and the first thing he said was just: Fuck I smell it. So that proved it to me it was good I got him to bring a clean dress.
So. Situation averted.
I have a theory that it didn't smell much when I put the dress on. But as I've been biking and working I heated up the fabric and released the smell...
TL;DR Dog must have slept in my dress while she was on her period. Unknowingly I wore this dress to my volunteer job at a theater and could suddenly smell it. I tried washing the dress in the sink. Did not help and then I was just wet. I convinced my brother to bring me a clean dress. And I am now clean and smell free.
BirdsongBossMusic t1_jbu58pn wrote
Spay the dog. Pretty irrelevant but it still needs to be said.