"Where is de cozy cozy fingy?"
Hey, I made myself a muff. What is the point of a muff? Good question. People wear gloves nowadays. Except for the occasional little girl with a nostalgic mother buying her stuffy looking old fashioned gear.
This is how my need for a muff came about. I bought a cross-body bag a few months ago, because I got tired of my big purse where I carried too much stuff and that I always had to hold with one arm, so it wouldn't slip off my shoulder. I bought the bag and suddenly my hands were free all the time, but then the weather got colder and I could never remember to bring my gloves. I kept trying to warm my hands in my jacket pockets, which albeit are not positioned properly for this purpose since they only have a top opening and would only receive hands coming from a neat vertical direction. Then I tried to push my hands into the opposite arm's sleeves, which were too tight and ANYWAY: Cold hands.
It's made of old felted sweaters, stuffed with polyester batting and the lining is a stretchy soft nicky-velour.
I kept thinking if I just had something warm to stick them in right here in front of me, while they rest on my new cross-body bag. And then: MUFF!
The problem is only that my kids are enamored with that thing. Nikola will incessantly beg for it and then Ivan would want it too and they both fight over it, while I try to stuff my cold hands into my pockets that are not made for that or try to squeeze them in the narrow sleeves...
Posted at 05:50 AM on November 17, 2011