Sometimes it feels as if the universe is conspiring against you. We had hoped to move our futon into the new house last week. We thought camping out in our house renovation would help motivate us to do the work more quickly. But when we tried hauling the futon out of my parents’ garage, we noticed it was moldy.
This is bad news. It’s been a rainy, hot summer, the kind of summer mold loves. We noticed our memory foam mattress top was also moldy. Possible other victims are our mattresses, couch, two loveseats, clothes, and (yikes!) my books. I don’t know what can be salvaged, if anything, and I’m afraid to look. I am not one to get too attached to the material, but I will be very unhappy if we have to burn all our belongings and dish out money to buy new furniture. Not to mention rebuild my library, which includes personalized signed copies of many books.
Maybe moving back to New England was not such a good idea.
My parents picked up an air mattress for us so that we could sack out in the new house. We managed to install our hardwood floors this weekend, though our out-of-shape bodies are now paying for it.
Sorry to hear about your troubles. Would dehumidifing everything work to dry out the mold?
How tough. I know replacing everything is very expensive.
If you want some company, let me know.