I dropped in on my boys today...Jon and I had some college things to do together. While I waited for him to get ready I, being the 'good mom,' decided to fold laundry to kill time. When I opened the dryer I found Jon's quilt all clean and fluffy. As I was folding I spotted this.
I almost fell over. I can't believe it happened again. It's my fault really. Bless the boy for doing his laundry and more points for washing his bedding. I neglected to tell him not to put this quilt in that compact washer.
It looks like I'll be ripping this quilt apart again. Maybe, hopefully, with any luck, the third time will be the charm.