my mom used to give me the pleasure of redecorating my bedroom via ikea every couple of years. each time i would grab a new sheepskin to cozy my feet when i hopped out of bed. i guess my love for these little scraps is everlasting. my belief is that just as scarves one can never have too many rugs- you will always find a place, be it layered, over a chair, or waiting in the closet for a rainy day decor facelift. i stopped myself from buying a charcoal gray sheepskin yesterday and have regretted it ever since- it was vintage- and a little rough around the edges (that was the determining factor.) regardless i’d like to start recollecting these little fragments of joy.