She herself had on a holland suit with a deep cape, which, except that they were adorned with labyrinths of white braid, were much what she had worn at home, also a round brown hat, shading her face from the sun; whereas Sylvia's face was exposed by a little turban hat so deeply edged with blue velvet, that the white straw was hardly seen; had a little watered-silk jacket, and a little flounced frock of a dark silk figured with blue, that looked slightly fuzzed out; and perhaps she was not at ease in this fine dress, for she stood with her head down, and one hand on the window-sill, pretending to look out of window, but really looking at Kate.
"Countess Kate"
Charlotte M. Yonge
No need to get all fuzzed up and rowdy.
"An Encounter in Atlanta"
Ed Howdershelt
All fuzzed over like.
"Every Soul Hath Its Song"
Fannie Hurst