Fluff

Our house is full. Full of my things, Matt's things, the children's things and things from both our parents houses. I often try to clear some of it but that just seems to leave space for more stuff to enter. On Sunday I bought lots of boxes to hide some of the stuff in. Whilst filing the stuff into the said boxes I unearthed a box of fluff. Instead of hiding the fluff in a box I decided I had owned the fluff for far too long and it was time to get rid of it. So the fluff sat in my hallway, forlorn, a brightly coloured box of happiness destined for shores unknown. A couple of times I lifted it up to take to school and let them have fun with fluff but somehow I couldn't part with it. So what could I do with a big box of fluff? Many ideas occurred to me but my favourite was to make a blanket. I pinned the fluff in various patterns spending a afternoon moving fluff around into an acceptable coalition of colours shapes and patterns. Tonight I braved the sewing machine and sewed it all together. I am so pleased that I can use the sewing machine. Usually just need to look at it for the sewing machine to snarl leaving experts scratching their heads in bewilderment as to how I managed to get it so mangled. My next mission is to pad the back of the blanket then sew on a backing and it will be ready to snuggle in. Whilst I am waiting to finish it I put it in one of the new boxes and filed it away. Not a box of fluff any more now it's a box of fluffy almost blanket.