Friday, 23 November 2012
Every winter, we get a nice cosy jumper each, and every year I end up shrinking them in the wash. Some last longer than others, but this is merely a stay of execution - I know that sooner or later, their fate will be the same. I'm not sure why this keeps happening - one reason is that I really hate hand washing. My Mum used to do my hand washing. I never asked her to, she would just cast a weary eye over the pile festering away on my washing machine, break out the Woolite and then hey presto! it would be done and out, swinging on the line in the sunshine. Sadly, my Mum passed away about 10 years ago, so, as you can imagine, I now have quite a backlog. They hang around and hang around until finally, one day I crack and shove them all in the machine. Another reason is the machine itself. Although it purports to be German, it refuses to conform to any national stereotype and will randomly throw in a boil wash or a manic spin cycle when I least expect it. So one way or another - I've got a pile of ruined jumpers, suitable only for Lilipution jockeys and so that's why I was delighted to find I could 'upcycle' them.
I hesitate for quite a while before applying the scissors - it seems wrong somehow. Steeling myself, I take one last squeeze and hug of the old friends and then dive in.