I did something a little over due; I washed some scarves that have come home from galleries and exhibitions in the last little while, just the stuff small enough to go into the downstairs bathroom sink. And, whoa, you know what, I'm not a bad weaver. The structures are secure, the selvedge are not bad, (well, not too bad; they can be improved; in come cases, much improved...) and the yarns I use are, except for one I liked for the colors, soft and luxurious.
This was nice after a morning of weaving and producing sub-par left selvedge.
I've got two big ones to mend, and then two new and three old pieces to wash in the bathtub later in the week. For now, lunch and getting ready to see Ali Wednesday morning.