This is the most shameful thing I’ve ever admitted to and it’s now out there for all to read.
My name is Phill and I purchased a debobbler. Never in my life, up until now, did I imagine the feeling of satisfaction gained from debobbling cardigans, coats and yes, even the cushions from the settee. I have now run out of fabrics to debobble.
I used to climb without ropes, push myself physically and love to party. Now I can’t even debobble things and it fills me with sadness. If I start a thread about knitting or something please send help.
Edit – if you’ve not experienced the dull satisfaction of debobbling every conceivable thing in your house then, quite frankly, you’ve not lived