It’s been awhile since I’ve stitched up a sock monkey. The classic.
One for new baby grandson in Ohio and one for a friend of my sister in New York City. The pairs of socks have been in the house a long time. Once I stitched on the faces, they seem to look at me and smile.
Both Anna and Jack have set up a crew of sock monkeys, told them to smile and photographed them. This evening I placed the newly completed monkeys on the couch in my living room. And took their picture
One of the smiles needs a bit of straightening out, I see upon examining the image. Ooops.
And yes, my sister and I visited the Sock Monkey Museum in Rockford, Illinois when we were visiting relatives. (The relatives live in Rockford, not the museum)
Sock monkey duo, going in different directions, more than 500 miles apart.
Here are some old sock monkey photos from previous blogs.
When I was a kid (c. 1958)my family lived in the city of Newark NJ. there was a Youth Consultation Service behind our house on Broad Street. At least a dozen girls lived there and each girl had a handmade sock monkey. My mom thought sock monkeys weren’t appealing but I always wanted one. Some people think they are ugly, others think they’re cute. These two have a bit of scrap flannel from the sock monkey pillowcases I stitched for the grandchildren for Christmas. Going with a theme, here. That will be another post.
I don’t think I owned one until I stitched on in 1976.
The first sock monkey I ever made was for my son Mark (39),father to the grandchildren in the photos above. He name it the Doonie Monkey and it was stuffed with old stockings. I use fiberfill now. And for some unknown reason, I never added a tail on his monkey. He resides with the grandchildren in Ohio, too.
I’ve make pink and blue and purple monkeys but my favorite is the classic.
If you would like to make a sock monkey, there’s a terrific youtube tutorial by Professor Pincushion on how to make the classic monkey. I don’t add the ears or buttons on mine.
Saw these two photos on the desktop and they seemed similar in shape
But here’s what happens with the Pittsburgh Plunge at Kennywood
Maura found the potholder looms in the guest room night stand this evening. I’d rummaged around for them when I’d visit but could not find them. What a happy find tonight.
Anna and her friend got right to work. Maura needed some help. I use knitting needles or pencils through the loop ends as I approach the finish. Keep it from popping off prematurely. Then a crochet hook to bind off.
Weaving these provides major stress relief for me. Over under over under. Under over under over- The repetition.
Reminds me of childhood, too.
I like them especially for hot pot lids
when I want to peek inside.
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Off-Season.”
From my family’s basement.
I unearthed some holiday items for the challenge. Shot with the iPhone.
Mesmerized. Engrossed. Hypnotic effect. Eyes glued to Grandma’s iPad screen. I saw this composition on the couch.
The Grandchildren visiting.
Not sure what they were watching at this moment but no attention paid to Grandma’s lens. IPhone lens.
surrounded by family, cloaked in hugs ( or a homemade blanket), wrapped in love
Sing Happy Birthday to You ( to whichever child is holding the stem)
They make a wish
Blow the seeds into the wind.
Found on the walk home last Friday night, Columbus Ohio. iPhone capture. We just looked. They were in a neighbor’s yard.
(AKA dandelions gone to seed)
What a special day for grandson John Patrick (Jack)
The family gathered in to celebrate his day.
Thank you for the lovely bubbles in late day light, dear Granddaughter Anna.
You are a great guest blogger. I love how you see your world and capture it!
(remember the mannequin legs in the pickup truck?)
your Grandma, FF Ruthie