Snot and Novelty Fabric

These days everyone in our house is feeling a bit like this:

Yes, I know.  It's gross.  It's graphic.  It's accurate.

My beautiful baby boy looks like he's one of those ragamuffin children that we always seem to see in the Walmart shopping carts that look like they've never met a Kleenex they liked.  I have a strong urge to walk up and hand them a wipe.  It's a bit of a compulsion.  I need a program.  

Anyway.

Where was I?

Oh, yeah.

So, we're all snotty and miserable and totally overwhelmed by allergies.

So, in my never flagging wisdom I headed out to the fabric shop to get some backing fabric for a baby quilt I've been working on.

Remember this?

I want something fun, soft, and I'm in a mood to experiment.

Maybe it's the cold meds.

I found this.  It was really soft.  Looked like a cross between a poodle and a chimp.  I figured it would be a fun backing for a winter baby quilt.

What in the world was I smoking?  

I was sneezing and wheezing and cursing the stuff.

The minute I dragged it through the door the fluff was EVERYWHERE!  It was ground into the carpeting.  Even the vacuum doesn't pull it out.  It was even stuck to the poor dog.  The stuff was impossible to sew too.  It flowed like water, refusing to grip to anything (anything it was supposed to at least).  The fur got sucked down into my feed dogs and has probably done irreparable damage.  With a lot of yanking, a little cursing, and some creative engineering I finally freed the stuff from my machine.  

Here is where I'm storing my scraps of this stuff.

I've told my husband that if I ever come through the door with this or anything similar it's clearly a cry for help and to check me into the nearest clinic.  

Oh, yeah, when I was finished sewing I came out to the living room and it was also stuck to my two year olds boogies like a Groucho Marx impersonator. 

 

Great.