Last night I did some washing. You may already see where this story is going. I bundled together a collection of dark and coloured clothes for cleaning, shoved them into the machine, and sat down to watch Hell’s Kitchen USA. As it ended, so too did the washing machine cycle. I began to hang out my various tops and whatnot, and then I spotted them. My waterfall rib socks. At first, that’s all I did, but then I picked them up, to hang them on the airer, and was struck by a sinking feeling from the wrongness between my fingers. My socks had felted. My beautiful, beautiful, worn only twice waterfall rib socks had felted. They were tiny, they were lacking in waterfall rib, and they were ruined.
The lesson I learn from this is that I am not careful enough for socks knitted from anything but machine washable and tumble dryable sock yarn. I also learned that laundry is actually not for the tired, unless I want to ruin more beautiful things. I am really rather angry with myself, and very upset. I don’t even have a photo of them, they truly are gone.
4 Comments
October 30, 2007 at 1:04 pm
argh! *virtual hugs*
I have yet to ruin something by washing. Well, I messed up Matt’s jumper, but it just expanded rather than shrank so I could fix it by botching.
October 30, 2007 at 4:34 pm
(((hugs)))
so so sorry friend!!!!!!!!!!
October 30, 2007 at 6:21 pm
Oh, I’ve done that too – well my son has. Posh Lucia does not like going through the washer.
They were pink and beautiful, and my favourite socks.
Cyber hugs.
November 1, 2007 at 9:12 pm
That is frustrating!