Superwash Merino, we are not friends.

You were purchased for your pretty colours and machine washability, since you were destined for a four year old's blanket. You fooled me with your softness. You, superwash merino, are a bastard. You reeled me in, and then fought me every step of the way, as I tried to whip you into some semblance of order. Yet, in the end, I won. I think. You're bumpy and inconsistent as hell, but you're functional, and that softness that drew me to you in the first place still peeks through.

I've moved on. Your cousin, merino/silk, is much more manageable, and we just get along better. I'm sure you understand.