Washing a wool hat?

Motherhood is hell on sweaters.

Actually I can't remember if I washed it. :-( It was either the cleaning lady, my husband or a zombie (read: me). :-)

It's clearly the last explanation for me. The little man inside my head whose job it is to say "Dude, don't do that, that's wool!" has gotten complacent and lazy.

Very big success with this, btw. Huge. I may have made the arms about an inch too long, but fuck it.

Also, crazy warm. This was always a warm sweater, but now that the wool is a bit matted, it's scary warm. Wearing this on a hot day would be the kind of cruel fraternity hazing ritual that ends in needless death.