Since I know I'm safe to post here because he doesn't read this, I just need to share a tale of woe.
So I designed and knit a scarf for the upcoming issue of MenKnit. On Friday, I had wet it down to block it and had it wrapped in a towel to dry it out, and laid the towel across the back of our couch. I had a photo shoot on Saturday and was gone for about 3 hours for it.
In his defense, I didn't tell my partner what the towel was. He's also a compulsive Virgo, which means that he NEEDS to clean.
I got home from the shoot and sat down at my computer. About 10 minutes later, I turned around to look at him where he was crocheting on the couch. I noticed that the towel was gone. In the back of my mind, I also noticed that the washing machine was running.
You can see where this is going, can't you?
In short, I screamed like a big girl, ran to the washing machine with said partner in tow with a confused look on his face, and slowly pulled the soaking wet, semi-felted scarf that I'd worked on for weeks out of the washing machine. I tried to tell him that it was as much my fault as his, but to no avail. He was devastated by it.
Ah well. I have plenty of the same yarn to make another copy of the scarf, and I have 24 hours to finish it. I should, if I knit like a fiend for the rest of the day, be able to finish it by tonight and block it by tomorrow so that I can get some good 'worn' pix (I took close-ups before I blocked the first one).
*sigh* Only my life. Only my life.