I had in my possession a discount to a department store. A sizable discount. One that would make some things...oh...say...like a Snuggie...affordable. And with some of the innerwebs chatter of late, sort of what we thought might be a humorous, yet...useful gift. I mean, who doesn't want to be warm at a soccer game...
So. Off we went. And lucky for us, one of the critters was out of box. Let me tell you, folks. If these could be made of less attractive synthetically compounded fabric, I do not know what it could be. I even sort of slipped it on, and being immediately convinced there was no hope here, removed it, at which time my hair stood on end as it has not done since we played with the Van der Graff's accelerator in sophomore physics in college.
We left the display, but undaunted, headed towarded the fleece throw aisle. There (for less!) we found what we wanted, and left the store, 4 throws, in assorted colors, in hand.
"If Mom were cold, she could not wear a blanket while operating scissors, but she could wear a fnuggie!"
On Christmas Eve, we sized and cut...
stand back, there is sewing going on here!
and measured and sewed...
Notice the stylin' collars...and our totally unplanned color coordination!
and behold! We present the Fnuggie (pronounced fuh-nuggie), because...while you can't fake alot of things, you sure can fake a Snuggie!
The 'What the he..' moment...
Demonstrating the freedom of the hands!
and the daughters subsequenting losing it!
(Notice our professional labeling job!)
But. Really? Down deep, they loved that you can go to the airport in a fnuggie, to a soccer game, you can sit around the fire....but not too close! And cook dinner, and feed a baby...well, sort of...
And..other things too numerous to mention!
(When Only Step-Son's Sweet Friend unwrapped a throw as a gift, I generously offered to cut into it for her. What else could I do? I know she was coveting one of these puppies for herself!)