The final complaint

Mom decided that the silk yarn smells bad. Well, it smells. Somehow. I've been knitting tha tsweater for two months, bit by bit, and I found it quite pleasant. She decided to do something about the smell so she washed the sweater. Machine-washed. Not at 30degrees but at 90. It still smells and instead of something soft and smooth, it's itchy and hard as a board. As if I haven't told her that it's silk, you know, not jeans.
I'm moving away. And if things go ok, soon moving even more away. Damn. And no more stories about my mom, promise.