Tired of the blue living room, I was determined to change it over to red. Cushion covers, rugs, art, that sort of stuff. Could I find the pillow covers. Nowhere in the house were they to be seen. Nowhere. George had pulled down the extra pillows, thank you George, and I thought the covers might be up there in the above closet storage too.
I had enough sense to not try and stop the two plastic bins as they fell down past me. Normally I would have stuck a hand out. There they were, two cadmium red light and two vermilion velvet cases. I chose the lighter colors, then I went down to look at the big Bokhara in the garage. I chose a smaller Bokhara, and it suddenly struck me that moths like wool. All my old rugs are wool.
After dinner, we drove to the hardware store and bought moth ball sachets. After putting down the small rug, we poked about 4 sachets in the big rug and two in the smaller one.
The smell was bad enough yesterday that the laundry had to be done with the garage door opened. Today when I went down to head to the pool, the garage was filled with the odor of moth repellent. Socked in, really strong, endlessly powerful, to the brim with this truly awful smell. When I got home I brought all my swim things upstairs.
Maybe one moth sachet would have been enough.