Or at least a trial separation. My sweet husband did some laundry. When I saw the shriveled little thing fall out of the clean laundry pile fresh from the dryer I almost cried. I think if I wash the other one little sis can wear them as slippers.
Notes to self:
*Don't leave your hand knit wool socks on the floor next to the bed, next to a pile of dirty laundry.
*Knit socks with washable wool yarn, not regular wool yarn just because you like the color so much and you tell yourself at the yarn store, "It's o.k. because I'll be sure to wash them by hand and they'll never see a washing machine anyway."
*Stop gently and sadly touching the shrunken sock that is on the piano every time your husband walks by to see him hang his head and apologize again just because it makes you laugh.
*Stop leaving your laptop open to the post about your new hand knit socks for your husband to see, blah blah blah... for same reason as above.
*Give husband extra kisses because he is sweet and feels really really bad. (And it was really my fault for leaving my socks anywhere that they could get mixed in with the laundry, shhhh)
p.s. Thank you for all of the sweet birthday wishes!! x