I had gotten a GORGEOUS wool and angora sweater at Banana Republic - it was paper thin and just beautiful. I wore it once, and the night I wore it I ended up spilling beer down the front of it, and my friend who put me to bed that night also took my beer-stained clothes and threw them in the washer. I found them the next morning - ruined.
I never had the heart to tell her that she had ruined my sweater - she was just trying to be nice.
I've also shrunk a couple of other sweaters - but those stories don't involve drunken stupors, so not as fun.
