1. My three-season porch looks like a group of Rastafarians stopped by on their way to the Buddhist monastery the next town over and asked me to cut their hair before they got there. But that's not what really happened.
2. I honestly had no idea what I was doing when I bought four--that's FOUR-- fleeces, at once, with the ludicrous idea that I would wash them in my tiny kitchen sink, dry them on the porch, and then card them with my little drum carder to make a rug for my upstairs hallway. In my "spare time". If that doesn't count as a break from reality, then I really don't know what does.
3. My psychiatrist is woefully underpaid. (Refer to #1 & 2 above.)
4. I console myself with the fact that I can't afford to pay her what she deserves by knowing that having me as one of her patients affords her no small amount of job security. Newly single Mom with a severe fiber addiction and two teenage boys living at home? Yup, I'll be keeping that weekly appointment for YEARS.
5. It took me two days to wash two of the fleeces and get one drum carded batt.
6. This is not going as quickly as I had hoped.
7. All of this means that I am now finding random bits of fluff all over the house. This one is on my dresser, which is upstairs and at the opposite end of the house from the porch. I don't know how it got there.
8. Maybe there's still a market for ZZ Top novelty beards in case I don't get the rug made.
9. Maybe it wasn't a good plan to use the one batt I made as a ZZ Top novelty beard.
10. The cat doesn't care about any of this. Lucky bastard.