Often, someone around here needs something. Needs something so badly that our day is otherwise intolerable. Today that something was a baby flamingo. We had a mommy flamingo, a lovely nest, and a shiny seashell egg. The egg was bouncing and shaking, but there was no baby to hatch out of it. I was presented with two options. One: make a baby flamingo. Two: make Mia a flamingo costume, so that she could be the baby. But either had to happen quickly! The egg was really getting restless and the mommy was looking worried. So we decided to make a woolie. A woolie is the new name we have for any crude wool creature made in ten minutes or less. Luckily, I had some pink wool (that we dyed this winter) and needles close at hand. I hesitate to call this needle felting, because that actual amount of felting occurring is almost negligible. A few pokes here and a stab there, and POW you have something that roughly resembles a pink bird. Suddenly imagination steps in, and delight takes over. My baby girl looks at me with magic eyes, grabs her woolie, and screams "the baby is hatching!" Flamingo baby was cuddled and sung to and fed all day.  Thats a whole lot of soul for a little ball of fluff.