Yes, I’m writing about fuzz balls. And to your next question, yes, I’ve probably lost my mind. Actually, I’ve been a few tacos shy of a combination plate for years, but that’s no secret.
You know those little fuzz balls that come off of wool blankets? I love those things. I’ve loved them for as long as I can remember. I love to roll them between my fingers so that the smaller pieces get their threads intertwined with the bigger ones to form a giant gray fuzz ball. I just love the texture between my fingers.
The last blanket I had that produced those fuzz balls has been packed away for years, so it’s been a while since I’ve seen as fuzz ball. But you know, in the last week or so, I’ve been finding fuzz balls. I pick them up and start rolling them together, and sure enough, it’s the same stuff. I have no idea where they’re coming from. I’m not aware of any wool blankets floating around the house. But sure enough, the fuzz balls have been showing up.
And when I roll them between my fingers, they feels as wonderful as ever.
Surely, I’m not alone in this. Right? Right? Anyone?
I know…I need help.