The Hairy Jumper Addiction

I have a hairy jumper addiction. I’ve been in denial about it for a while but not anymore. I was in a clothes shop recently and almost gave myself whiplash when I saw a pink hairy jumper. I immediately went over to it and started rubbing the sleeve. Then I gave myself a good talking to about how I didn’t need it and how hairy jumpers are a disaster to keep and eventually I walked away without purchasing it. But low and behold the next time I was in the shop I bought the bloody hairy jumper. The thing is I love the feel of the jumper when I’m wearing it but I hate the fact that it sheds and generally destroys other clothes with its fluff. In the past I’ve had a hairy blue jumper that I shrunk in the wash which thankfully made it unwearable. I’ve had a hairy blue cardigan that destroyed all other clothing within a fifty foot radius. I’ve had a hairy winter white jumper that I used to wear to work except fluff kept floating off the jumper and landing on other people during lunchtime. I mean fluff and food is just not a good combination! The same jumper did strange things to my car. If I wore it while driving it looked like a yeti had been sitting in the driver’s seat. I thought I had weaned myself off hairy jumpers after I gave the last one to a charity shop but looking at my recent purchase I think I may need to go to hairy jumper rehab. I should also probably mention that the addition extends to scarves too. :-)