Around 9 months ago, I bought a package of two down filled pillows, desperately needed to replace two dead pillows. Unfortunately they were way too puffy for me to use, so I adopted the older (but much less used) pillow from the lady's side of the bed as my own, and put the two new ones over there.
I had recently noticed a few feathers scattered around the bedroom, but last night I felt that older pillow rip wide open. This would mean a trip to BB&B, and I'd hoped not to do any shopping at all until well after the holidays.
This morning I examined it and found it had torn right along the edge seam, so it would be easy to do a repair that would last at least into mid January.
So, I reluctantly went for my sewing machine. It is an ancient Universal portable. It is portable only by the Navy definition, as a 16 inch naval rifle is "portable" because it can be carried on a ship.
So, as long as there were already feathers loose, I figured it would be a good time to deflate the down pillows to usability. I set about doing that.
Down, it turns out, is about as unmanageable a substance as exists anywhere. By time I was done I looked like Big Bird, and my dining room looked like it had been suicide bombed by a Muslim duck.
I did not need a fortune teller to tell me I had some serious vacuum cleaning in my near future.