Bean has had a rough life. I documented her descent from chipper baby blanket to sad greying rag, in a post called the evolution of bean. Since then, things have only gotten worse for poor bean.
Her border ripped off, and she became long and thin, stretching out as Dulce decided the best way to exploit the changes in bean was to wrap her around and around her little fingers until little bits and bean fibers tore off and fluttered to the ground.
I have quivered in trepidation every time the washer spins with bean inside, certain that I was sending the lovely to her death. To stop her from disingrating into nothing, we tied her up in knots wherever she was getting too thin.
Bean’s days were numbered.