Today my jimmies are being rustled by the downfall of a PERFECT FUCKING ROBE.
For x-mas this year
Mrs. Haus
got me a new house robe. I've always been picky about robes, to the point I at one point had three robes. One thin linen, one flurry microfiber (for morning warmth), and one terry cloth for after shower. The thin linen robe I had literally had for almost a quarter of a century because it was the perfect ankle length, fit my shoulders perfectly (which are on the wide side), and fit my stubby dwarven arms well as well... But it was getting threadbare and had ripped in a couple small places.
She outdid herself finding me this perfect waffle woven linen/cotton robe. This thing was a damn work of art. Also the perfect length, also fit my odd dimensions surprisingly well (had to cuff roll the sleeves one roll for my arms), Was just thick enough to absorb when I got out of the shower, but breathable enough not to be too warm. Let me retire my linen robe AND the terry cloth one. Softest and comfiest fabric I've ever had a robe of. Perfectly soft... Plus on top of all this it had a FREAKIN HOOD!. It was a seemingly perfect Gandalf the grey wizard robe.
After me now wearing it three weeks she finally decides she'll wash it. Comes out of the dryer (set to low/normal which is how we roll here) HALF it's size. The perfect sleeves now barely get over my forearm and are skin tight, the perfect length is now around my knees, and I feel like Lou Ferigno getting it across my shoulders.
I go back and look at the packaging which we still had. No special instructions, no tag in the robe itself denoting special "Do not machine dry" or any somesuch... mother fucker!
Putting it through a warm water rinse right now and going to try a few tricks to see if I can get it to relax/stretch back to it's original size... But now I'm mourning a dammed robe...