DH was bought a particularly hideous cardigan by his mother about 18 months ago. Think baggy, ill-fitting, velour on the outside from M&S. After a few washes he conceded that it was no longer a comfy cardi (shudder) but, well, all of the aforementioned things. It ended up in the bin, much to my delight. So today MIL arrives with a brand new version of the same cardy. DH was at work so doesn't know ... AIBU to donate it to the nearest recycling bin?!!