There has been a certain fluffy something infiltrating my world with mountains of woolly residue… Unfortunately it’s not a small fluffy puppy, a soft kitten, an overrun bunny or a number of small fluffy ducks. (Segway to cute photos)

Via Pretty Fluffy

Via Cindy’s Snaps

Via The World through my lenses

In a better world it would be. In this world, however, it’s simply my new jumper.

It’s been a while since I’ve had to deal with a fluff problem. But we’ve all been there. It’s on your jeans. All over, and you have no clue how it got there. It’s not like you’ve been wearing it on your knees! It’s on your car seat, in your coat and on the poor unsuspecting elbow the person sitting beside you on the train. Every time you realise you’ll be forced to make contact with something new you pause for a few seconds, wondering if there’s some way of preventing it. Realising there isn’t, you resign to fluffing up the place.

Despite this obvious drawback, my new jumper is pretty good. And here at fluff central, we’re trying the whole hairspray, machine wash process to see if that keeps the fluff at bay…

Jumper – Glassons, Shirt – Nude Lucy, Jeans – Nobody, Shoes – Sportsgirl, Socks – Country Road