Imagine my repertoire of 4 letter words when I opened the washing machine and found it looking like this! Totally felted. It was my own damn fault - in the laundry room for days and swooped up with the 7th load I had to do after no power for 3 1/2 days.
My DH was home when my cries of frustration, fury, foul language echoed through the house. When I told him I had ruined one of my favorite sweaters his immediate reaction was "not the one with the ruffle!" God love him for knowing that is a special sweater. I told him no, and thank God the yarn for this one only cost $15.
Then Miss America came home and I had an idea - yes, she now has a hip trendy sweater which she will probably outgrow before next winter. I'm tempted to hope for more cold weather but I can't bring myself to do that.