In an otherwise uneventful night at chez Cashmere Dreams,
I decided to give ol' Raspberry Tiger a wash. By the time it's 20 minute soak was over, the water looked like it housed something terribly disturbing-- a dead poodle, a severed limb, you get the horrific idea.
The water NEVER RAN CLEAR. Raspberry Tiger is resting on a burgundy sheet. I'm afraid to find out how albino it's state is tonight! Bad Mystical Creations Yarns. Bad!