It is not advisable to gloat.gloat.gloat when you pick up a divine dove-grey laceweight pure cashmere cardigan at the op shop. For a song.
Because there’s this thing called karma. It gets you when you are feeling smug and greedy and gloaty.
And you might just come home from work and find that your husband has put said cardigan through the washing machine.
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OH NO! NO! Not the washing machine!!! Cashmere?? Sigh.
Oh no.no.no. No the cashmere!
(Although I'm impressed your husband uses the washing machine - mine doesn't even know how to operate it.)
No, no, no. I'm feeling your pain.
Look on the bright side - a small child might now be the proud owner of a felted cashmere cardi?
Nah, I didn't fall for it either. Bummer!
Which is why i'm the only one I trust to do things around here.
Sorry to hear of your impeding divorce ;)
And was there some part of the conversation that revolved around the concept of your husband saying that that is why he never does anything around the house because you always tell him he does it wrong?
Poor hubby! But where will he live?
Oh no. Please see my blog profile description for proof of my pre-existing empathy.
ack.
wee felted mittens for you.
Oh oh!
I'm started to cringe as soon as I begain your post. I am so sorry.
sometimes i wish karma would take her time with the whole retribution thing. Couldn't she have waited for a merino?
This was such a painful post to read. But I can't even begin to count the number of wool items that dh has "helped" me with by washing. Worse items were the children' expensive wool tights from germany. Ug..
oh no!
Were they the rumblings I felt all the way over here in Box Hill Pea?
NO NO!
I want to know why some BASTARDS never seem to get their Karma in this life???
Besides I am sure you never did something to warrant that ruination.
The Lord giveth...
and the Lord taketh away.
Rework it. Make it into something else.
Like a teddy.
I'm sure it still feels good.
Even if it is probably about 6 inches wide.
ACKK!
Oh, the pain! My husband learned very early in our relationship to never wash anything that looked remotely handmade. It took him a little while longer to be more discerning when clearing the kitchen and throwing out the rubbish. Apparently that stockpot full of carefully tended fish stock looked like dishwater.
[Col. Kurtz voice]
The horror...the horror.
-J.
(said in best Canadian intonation)
sorry.
Is he going to replace it? This is your Window of Guilt opportunity!
Awww.
Sincerest commiserations.
It is not a good idea to tell the lady behind the counter at the Op shop that you ARE going to felt the two pure wool jumpers for $3 you are purchasing - AND think she would be happy about it!!!
That really hurt to read this morning. I am so sorry. I particularly liked Daysgoby's question about hubby's new housing arrangement, but I think my husband would feel so bad about how badly I'd feel that I'd have to forgive him somehow.
oh. my. god.
use the bus, suse.
oh, i HURT just reading that post.
That hurts my stomach and heart just to think about it.
I'm so sorry.
so so sorry for your loss.
Ouch! what a shame
ack.
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