I’m paranoid about my woollies.
There have been too many winters where I’ve pulled a wool something-or-other out of a closet only to find that it’d been eaten alive in the off-season. Truth is: I’m still sans wool coat after an incident a few years ago when a particularly aggressive moth got its jaws on my go-to winter jacket. I can’t even talk about my grandfather’s beret.
Determined to rest easy about stowing my winter wools this summer (and knowing that mothballs are simply a non-option for reasons of toxins and odor combined), I embarked on something of a craft project. And here they are, pint-sized sachets to keep the moths away and keep my closet smelling fresh, too.