Gosh, I wonder how my clothes get so disgusting. To note: It was 95 degrees and I'd been running in addition to crawling around on the ground. Sheesh.
Yes, I do wash my clothes. I throw the shifts and petticoats and (dear God of course) the stockings in the laundry after every weekend of wear. It's the gowns and the stays that cause a mite of trouble. I send the gowns to the dry cleaner every few wears, but don't want to overstress them (and, once, the dry cleaners sent my gown to a local theater thinking it was theirs and I only got it back because they didn't recognize it). Stays can't really be laundered at all.
Then a friend clued me in to the best trick ever: Vodka.
Spritzing plain, cheapo vodka on fabric pulls the smell out. It takes a few go's, especially after so much, ah, neglect, but it really does work. I doused my stays a few times and a gown and a jacket twice each, and they freshened up considerably. It's like Febreeze without the weird after-smell.
So, now my closet doesn't have to smell like 1776. On the downside, one less question about the past easily answered.