Covered in fur
In a moment of brilliance, I decided to trim the fun fur in my just-now-completed scarf. The trimming I had planned from the beginning (I like texture without the shaggy muppet look), but doing it now means that I have a pile of fuzz on the floor that didn’t make it into the trash can as well as lots of tiny bits stuck to me. I can’t sweep it up now, because the boy is asleep in the next room.
So I’m going to sit here with my pile o’ fuzz to keep me company and hope that breathing in these tiny fibers isn’t bad for my health.