I know, I know, what the heck took me so long? I've started out with a bisaccate palynomorph at the suggestion of palygirl on Ravelry. I modeled this one after Abies pollen but, in general, most conifers take this form. The two spongiform bladders make for a lightweight grain that is easily dispersed by wind.
A multiple choice question for the new quarter...
I don't have any finished items to post so here's a pigeon I'm working on. The recipient isn't old enough yet to surf the net unassisted, so I think the secret is safe. She's the child of a former grad student who gained infamy for drooling over pigeon porn during his lunch breaks.
Seriously, this is the last one. It's the third one I've made and I am starting to think they might be conspiring against me. If I build and disperse this evil army of deceptively cute rabbits, can't they bide the time quietly sharpening their always growing fangs, waiting for the perfect moment to rise up and take back these hippie polluted woods? How am I to traverse campus calmly, knowing that at any hour, day or night, they may lie in wait to destroy their maker. Last funky bunny. Ever.
An Easter-time pal for my grandma, pattern from Mr. Funky Super Crochet Wonderful.
We all need an office mate to tell us when things get too heavy.
I felt compelled to add my crocheted two cents to my brother's latest mystery. He came out of his apartment one day to find these two perfectly parallel slices of bread laying in front of his door. He didn't (and still doesn't) know who or where they came from, what they mean, or anything. He reasoned that their placement had to have been intentional given the strict geometrical constraints of their position, not from animals or feral babies roaming the neighborhood at night. (Yes, the latter was considered at length before we concluded they would lack the requisite finely developed motor skills for such exacting yet inscrutable actions.) There has since been at least one subsequent "loafing" incident traced back to a group of clever co-workers. They were not; however, clever enough to evade detection, delivering a different variety of bread and in quantities far exceeding the original incursion. (plus there was the admission of guilt...) Very odd indeed. Anyway, my slice should reach him via snail mail soon.
