If not, they're two (duh) squares from the Afghan Square Jacket in "Unexpected Knitting" by Debbie New. They've been in the ol' stash for about three, four years now. I've completely dumped the idea of deadline knitting for the hundredth time (what the fuck is up with that? I keep setting myself stupid deadlines and then reminding myself I knit for fun. COULD I JUST REMEMBER I KNIT FOR FUN IN THE FIRST PLACE? HMMMMMM?) and am knitting whatever in hell I feel like. Today, and for the next little while, I feel like knitting curlicues. (Though with luck I might wedge in some sock knitting so I can have a pair for the end of Sock Roulette at the end of this month. Not killing myself, though. Nope. Not. Done with that.)
So anyway. Back to the novel concept of knitting as fun. Same revelation I've had fifty times before this. Next time, someone hit me in the head with a wooden #35 needle as required, huh?
I am pleased to report that today I finally got a shot of the Goob I've wanted to get for a year now. Unfortunately I took it in the bathroom, as light slanted through the window, but I got it.
See the hair over her head? Looks kinda like a nimbus in the photo, but what it is, is a fluff of curly hair that grows STRAIGHT UP from her hair line and waves over her head as she moves around. It's nearly invisible most of the time, but today the light was right.
Her hair's even sillier than you thought.