Okay, so funny story about this sweater. Whenever I wear it, I have to consciously choose to not bring a jacket. Why? Because if I did, it would be COVERED in pink fuzz from this fluffy sweater, which leaves a trail of fuzz everywhere I wear it, like a Hansel and Gretel status trail. This one time I was changing in a bathroom stall and when I left, there was a flurry of pink fuzz floating inside the stall. All I could do was laugh (and walk away quickly). Despite knowing this sweater sheds like there is no tomorrow, I love it. Its so soft and warm. However, I did not realize it was fuzzy enough to rub off on other people. Let me explain.
One morning this lady on the packed bus was leaning on my shoulder. I absolutely HATE when people lean on me while on public transit (or stand butt to butt with you, like really people, can’t we stagger?) but anyways, she was leaning on me, and I was inwardly seething. Then her stop came, and as she was walking away, I could see all this pink fuzz on the arm of her jacket from leaning on me. Ha! That is what you get for leaning on me stranger-a bunch of pink fuzz! This was my beta version of the glitter bomb. You’re welcome.
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