It must be tough being just a floating head. I mean really. No one to really talk to, no one who truly understands, no fingers to scratch an itch. I felt bad for my crazy haired ocean bobber from my last post, so I gave her two sisters to keep her company. Then again, maybe that wasn't such a hot idea. No fingers to plug their ears. Hmm. I call this series:
Things in My Hair
Emma: She has a bowling ball eye.
Me: Yes. Yes, she does.
And this I call:
Hare in my Things
Needle felting is sooooo therapeutic! I'm hooked. And bleeding.