Bad News Bears

I was all excited about packaging up my blanket this week. I tossed it in the wash in preparation, as I have done many times before with these blankets, then took it out to put in the dryer. And then I noticed new, funny little bumps all over the blanket. Weird, I thought. Well, it should straighten out in the dryer.

Hmmm no. It seems that I forgot that our new super duper washer was bought for the express purpose of boiling diapers. And that it is normally set to wash on warm-hot. Which is not so good for cotton chenille. Some threads shrunk in and tightened the weave, but some pieces were left out of the action. They now stick out all over both sides of the blanket like spines on a calcium deficient porcupine.


Long story -> short: I ruined my blanket. The one for poor AIDS babies in Africa. The one that needs to be in the US by June 15. The one that took a month to make.

Before it looked like a calm oasis of cotton, now it looks like a cat scratching pad. For a while, I tried to convince myself that it would be OK if I just wove in all of the ends sticking out back into the blanket, but as you would expect, it didn't really work.


For some reason, I am pretty zen about the experience. After all, it was my own damn fault. I even started a new blanket in hopes of finishing by the deadline. But in the deep recesses of my mind, I know that is just wishful thinking.

*Sigh*