Så blev jeg meget, meget gnaven..... / Then I got very, very grumpy......

Noget af lørdag og søndag blev brugt på at strikke sweater færdig til min nevø. Jeg så et par afsnit af Sherlock Holmes (elsker den serie!), hvilket helt klart var godt, og fik det sidste ærme færdigt søndag aften. Derefter blev der hæftet ender, så den kunne blive vasket og klar til at sende til USA, for jeg har jo været voldsomt spændt på om den passede, om den kradsede, om han kunne lide den osv.
Der var ret meget spindeolie i garnet, og jeg tænkte, at der nok ikke var den store forskel på en kold vask og 20 grader, men at 20 grader måske var bedre til at fordrive spindeolie?
Det var det ikke. Vaskemaskinen besluttede at det skulle tage 2 timer, og den lugtede lige så meget af spindeolie bagefter. Til gengæld var den så skrumpet en størrelse eller to. AAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

Some of Saturday and Sunday was spent finishing the sweater for my nephew. I watched a few episodes of Sherlock Holmes (love that show!), which was definitely a good thing, and finished the second sleeve by Sunday night. Then I sewed in the ends, to get it ready for a wash and for posting it to the US. I had been very excited about this sweater. Would it fit? Was it too itchy? Would he like it? And so on.
The yarn held a lot of spinning oil, and I figured that there wouldn't be a lot of difference between a cold wash and a 20 degrees Celsius wash, but that the 20 degrees might be better to remove spinning oil?
It wasn't. The washer decided it would take 2 hours to wash the sweater, and it smelled just as much from the spinning oil afterwards. But it had shrunk a size or two.
AAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

Jeg var så SUR! Faktisk var jeg så sur at det var ret svært at sove. Tænk, at ødelægge en sweater direkte fra strikkepindene! Især, når han nu vidste, at den var på vej og glædede sig til at få den.
Det hjalp ikke stort mandag morgen. Krympet sweater derhjemme. Ud på cykel i regn, modvind, mørke og kulde. Har man lyst til det?
På arbejdet klagede jeg over min sweater til sekretæren. Der straks spurgte om ikke hun måtte få den til sine børnebørn? Som sikkert godt kunne bruge den. Hun betalte endda for den.
Så denne sweater havde jeg mange planer for, men den ender et ganske andet sted. Nu er den vasket igen (på KOLD vask!) og dufter lidt bedre. Modellen er virkelig god, så jeg har slået op til en ny til nevøen. I wollmeise, der ikke kan krympe! Den næste bliver så også en smule større, så jeg er helt sikker på at den passer.

I was so ANGRY! Actually, I was so upset that I had a hard time falling asleep. What a waste to destroy a sweater directly off the needles! Especially since he knew it was coming and was looking forward to having it.
It didn't really help when Monday morning came. Shrunken sweater at home. Out on the bike in rain, head-wind, darkness and cold. Not anything you would want.
At work, I complained of the sweater to the secretary. Who immediately asked if she could have it for her grandchildren? Who would probably fit it. She even paid for it.
I had so many plans for this sweater, but it will end up someplace very differently. Now it's been washed again (a COLD wash!) and smell a bit more nicely. The model is great, so I cast on for a new one for my nephew. In wollmeise, which will never shrink! The next will be made a little bigger, too, so I will be quite sure it will fit.