gocco gocco where art thou

For my birthday El Duende (that's my mom) bought me a gocco machine! We got it from this cool lady who makes fascinators with feathers, how about that? So these days I mostly pretend to be working on my book while looking anxiously out the window. The mail man has come every day, but goccoless so far. There's one useful thing that came out of this wait though. I think RISO drying racks are just too expensive, so I came up with this (elegant) alternative made out of tack glue and combs:

     Hurry mail man, carrier of my gocco!