It all started with Halloween and then lasted for several months after that, but let’s just say I haven’t had the best experience with Rit dye. How do traces of it still pop up in my laundry, completely unexpected? For instance, I have no idea how that one stubborn cleaning rag escaped my original Rit dye purge, or where it’s been hiding out in my house for the past four months, completely undetected. And when did the Rit dye choose to strike again? Of course, when I was washing the new (white) dish towels that Josh bought me for Christmas – the dish towels he bought me to replace the ones I ruined last October. Rit dye, you and I will never be friends.