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Care Tips for Your Quilted Ornaments

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Care Tips for Your Quilted Ornaments

Care Tips for Your Quilted Ornaments

Now that you’ve invested in your beautiful quilted ornament, you’ll want to ensure it lasts for years to come. Here are some care and storage tips to help preserve its beauty:

  1. Avoid Direct Sunlight: Just like any fabric, prolonged exposure to direct sunlight can cause the colors to fade. Keep your ornament away from sunny spots.
  2. Dusting: I make it a habit to dust my ornaments both when I take them out and when I put them away. Use a soft brush, like a thick makeup brush, to gently dust the ornament and bow. This helps keep them clean without damaging delicate areas.
  3. No Water: Avoid using water to clean your ornament. Not all fabrics are colorfast, and you don’t want the colors to bleed and ruin the design.
  4. Storage: When it’s time to pack them away, I recommend using a plastic ornament storage tub. These tubs are available at various prices from stores like Walmart, Target, or Amazon. They often come with cardboard inserts to separate each ornament. Alternatively, you can use small individual boxes, ensuring they are large enough to avoid crushing the bow.
  5. Wrapping: Wrap each ornament in plain white tissue paper, being careful not to crush or bend the bow. Leave the top area open to protect it, or consider making tubes out of poster board to store them. Just ensure the tubes are larger than the ornament to prevent any embellishments from being damaged.
  6. Temperature Control: Avoid storing your ornaments in hot places like an attic or garage. While Styrofoam, the base of the ornament, doesn’t melt easily, the glues used for the embellishments might be affected by heat. It’s better to store them in a cool, dry place to ensure their longevity.

If you have any questions, feel free to reach out!

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