"Hair Poofta" is what we call one of these:
I want to make a few for the baby I knit the Baby Surprise Jacket for. Little pink ones. For maximum cuteness. Girl babies need hair pooftas.
Of course, with the deadline and all, what did I start on?
Building a really elaborate floral spray. That I intend to give away, but geez, no deadline on this one. I'm telling myself it's just practice for the hair poofta, but it's like knitting a doily to practice for a garter stitch scarf.
The good news is, I finally got a little nest/workspace set up. I'd show you photos, but Blogger or my internet connection have gone funky on me and nothing will upload. So imagine my little table here, with a hunormous stack of ribbons off to one side, my netbook running Castle re-runs off Hulu, and a scatter of scissors, wire cutters, pins, needles, and other oddments scattered about.
I also have a photo of the Goober tooting on a toilet paper tube, but it won't upload either.
It's twenty 'til midnight here, and we've been watching the Penguins play in the hockey playoffs for the Stanley Cup. They've been tied with the Ottowa Senators for THREE overtime periods. Basically they've played two hockey games tonight, in a row. I suppose I'm supposed to be full of suspense and on the edge of my seat, but all I can think is "those poor bastards". They have to feel like they've run a marathon or two by now.