When you kiss me, fever when you hold me tight
Fever, in the morning
Fever all through the night
My children have reached that all important milestone, scissor fever. Baby Pink is definitely the worst offender (not pictured: a stuffed animal and small chunk of the back of her hair), but Junior Pink decided to help me out the other day when I mentioned trimming his hair behind the ears. So, in the vein of work it if you've got it, we spent last Saturday night making pom poms. I bought a set of the Clover ones and actually, I think I'm more obsessed than the kiddos.
We used only leftovers, and while it's true that the yarn could have been used to make squares for charity, or something that seemed a little less wasteful, it was way more fun than I bargained for.
Sadly, it seemed that yarn behaved in pomlandia the same way it does in knitting- nice yarns make nice pom poms, while the free yarn that resembles postal twine in drag is no better as a pom pom than it would be as any knitted item. The Microspun that I had, though, really split up (shown in the foreground, dark pink and white) and made for super poms, even if I'm not sure I would ever willingly knit with it in this lifetime.
Luckily, there is a practical application (aside from the pom pom stand Junior wants to set up- I tried to explain the whole supply/demand issue, but it fell on deaf ears)- I did make one for a new knit, to be revealed soon. Now go forth and pom.