Tribbles are born pregnant -- I have proof

I am convinced that I am a smoker who has never tried a cigarette. I am also convinced that if I had ever started, I would be a chain smoker. For the past ten days, I have crocheted over 30 of these scrunchies. I can't seem to stop. 

They still look like colorful tribbles to me. If you remember the story from the Star Trek series, tribbles are born pregnant. Maybe that's why I can't stop. I am already thinking of the next one before I finish the one I am working on.  I dug through my stash and found all kinds of cool yarns to make them. I don't need much yarn, and I can use all those small little balls of yarn that I can't throw away. I had plans to make them in the variegated yarns, stripes, novelty yarns, fun fur, bulky yarn, lace yarn, worsted, etc.

Then I hear at my women's group that scrunchies are "out." Out? As in "Out of Style?"  I just made 30 of them! I was going to sell them at the Renaissance Faire this summer. Now what? How come I didn't know? Was there a notice put up on a bill board? Couldn't someone have posted that on Facebook? An email chain? Even a headline under the Culture Section on Yahoo would have helped. The problem is I still can't stop crocheting them. 

Neko don't seem too impressed with my tribbles. Mine don't make those sweet little purring sounds. Then again, even Neko doesn't make sweet little purring sounds.

 I guess I am going to have to grow my hair long.