From That to This

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We are going to start with the bad news first, because I prefer to end on an up note.

On Dec. 30, my Summer’s End was renamed Sweater’s End. It went from That:

Before

to This:

After. Orange T-shirt is there to show scale.

I must confess, I almost cried. My husband and I teamed up on this one. I put it in the washer on delicate with the rest of the laundry. I asked Husband to please put the stuff from the washer into the dryer while I went out. He usually sorts out what should NOT go into the dryer, and honestly, I forgot this sweater was in the washer, so I didn’t request special treatment for it. When I got home, I picked up the pile of dry laundry to carry upstairs, and this was on top. I gasped.

What. On. Earth? Ok, I really didn’t say “On Earth.” There were other words there instead. After I resumed breathing I calmed down enough to realize, I can’t say for sure that at least some of the damage wasn’t done in the washer. I don’t know what I was thinking when I tumbled it in with the rest of the dirty clothes to begin with. I should have handwashed it. I know I was in a hurry because we were leaving the next morning for Chicago and we needed clean clothes for packing.

I also know that the previous day, as soon as I used up all the gin making a Tanqueray and Tonic, Darling Child did a Whirling Dervish move in the kitchen, spilling my drink everywhere, including on my Summer’s End before I even had one sip. Did I mention there was no more gin in the house? Now I needed a drink more than ever. And I knew I had to wash that sweater. Even then, I had this bad inkling, a spidey sense somehow that this was the ruin of my sweater.

I get feelings like that from time to time. Like the time a few years ago when I was standing in the basement and told myself, I’m just gonna put these boxes up on a high shelf in case the basement ever floods. No lie, the basement flooded three days later. I don’t know what possessed me to move that stuff, because our basement had only had water in it once in 12 years, and only a tiny puddle in one small area. But whatever the case, we had two full inches of water in the entire basement, which ruined only the icky indoor-outdoor carpet and one box of grade school mementos belonging to our son. (I mourned those for approximately three minutes, until I reminded myself that elementary school was a complete shit sandwich from start to end for him and us. I threw everything in the trash and thought, “good riddance.” Who needs to be reminded of a crappy era in their past?)

So, you would think I would trust my spidey sense regarding the washing of my sweater. It’s over now. I am moving on.

Goodbye beautiful sweater

I haven’t decided if I will make a replacement. I got many, many unsolicited compliments whenever I wore this, but it never quite fit well. It needs a minor neck redesign. Also, I gained 10 pounds, which made the sweater a little tight. I probably would add long sleeves too…. see, it wasn’t SO awful that it’s gone.

Now is happy time. Finally, finally, That:

Wow, crazy construction!

turned into This:

I LOVE this.

It is the Dahlia cardigan. I even got all the ends woven in today. I am going to wear it tomorrow!

Aren’t you glad we ended on a good note? I am.

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3 responses »

  1. I predict Summer’s End will be donated to Give a Kid a Coat (or our doctor friend’s clinic) and be adopted by a little girl who will absolutely adore it because (a) it is beautiful, (b) it keeps her warm, and (c) it is her very own. My condolences on your loss. May it be someone’s gain.

  2. I don’t know what to say about your beautiful sweater! So much work! I love the new one, though! You may have a special gift with that spidey-sense. And you sure have EXCELLENT taste in cocktails. My favorite….

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