See this sweater? I put so much time into it. I had to redo the neck cast off 10 times till it finally fit my younger daughter's head. I was so happy that someone was able to wear it. One time. Here is the conversation I had with my husband about this sweater.
ME: See this sweater?
HIM: Yes.
ME: Don't wash it.
HIM: Okay.
ME: Don't dry it.
HIM: Okay.
ME: If it ends up in the laundry basket just put it to the side on the table in the basement so I can hand wash it.
HIM: Okay.
ME: Got it?
HIM: Got it.
ME: As a matter of fact, don't wash anything I make.
HIM: No problem.
ME: Don't wash this sweater.
HIM: Got it. Don't wash the sweater.
The other day I go into the basement to look for some jeans. There on the drying rack is the sweater. Wet and half felted.
I went back upstairs and asked.
ME: Do you remember that sweater I made? (Describe sweater)
HIM: yeah?
ME: Didn't I tell you not to wash it?
HIM: OHHHH! I thought you said not to dry it. Why what happened to it?
ME: You washed it and now it is half felted and it fits nobody.
HIM: OHHHH. What is felted?
This proves my husband only listens to half of what I say to him!
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Please don't yell at me, but at least he actually helps and does some laundry. My hampers could be overflowing and my husband will just put stuff on top of it and let me know "hey, the hamper is pretty full".
awww that's too bad! David does all the laundry in the house, but he knows not to put anything I made in the laundry. Maybe you can finish felting it and it will fit for your daughter's doll or something so it can be used.
Oh, Man. I feel your pain. Everyone in this house does their own laundry, so that doesn't happen as often here anymore, but I have some mugs and stoneware that, no matter how I say it, yell about it or cry, will always make it to the dishwasher and end up crazed. And then I end up crazed. I'm just learning (still) to keep up with what is important to me, because men don't get it.
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