Why is it that I can never remember NOT to wear fabrics such as fleece, velour, wool, or any soft nap fabrics when I go to the fabric store? I went to the fabric store to buy some soft, fuzzy fabric to make a blanket for a friend who is having a baby. The fuzz/flecks/strands of every damn fabric in the store clung to my clothes. I came out looking like a serial killer turned loose in a barn with feathers, fuzz and glitter flying off me as I walked to the car. My clothes look like I’m wearing a flokati rug. I swear I didn’t notice a glitter pipe bomb going off while I was in there. Sigh. It’s hard being me. I’ve gone through half a roll of the lint roller since I got home and it still looks like I killed Sesame Street.