It's okay about Duke. Mine is called Pinky and I've had him since I was six months old. My husband doesn't even bat an eyelash at it: love the woman, love her weirdness.

I admire the colour of your bedroom walls. I've always wanted an indigo room...

I cannot sew for shit. Seriously, I tried. And after watching my Mum hulk out after realizing that she put half a quilt together incorrectly, I'm fairly certain that I don't have the patience for it.