Maybe you have a stainless steel refrigerator or a fancy glass door- not sure where this practice originated. One time I photographed a fridge in a junkyard snd the door still had magnets stuck on it!
Maura’s unicorn horn was from the Clintonville Music and Art Festival.
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.
Maura (6), Jack (8)and I spent an hour in Half Price Books on Lane Ave while we waited to meet the family for breakfast for dinner at Whole Foods after swim practice.
We bought a couple of books and Maura said she needed an alarm clock to get up in time for her daily 8 am dive practice. Sounded reasonable to me.
The one she chose makes the sound of hogs-
No buzzer. No bells, no sonar beep- PIGS!!
Turns out it would be my new Grandson’s birth date but we didn’t know that fact in the morning. Video
Cecilia, of thekitchensgarden do they sound authentic ?
I thought it was automatic. An electronic note to me. Six years is a long time. Today’s post is #2132.
Six years ago today I started blogging at wordpress. I thought at least they would send a notice… Congrats on Six Years of Blogging. I’ve seen badges on other blogs for years of blogging accomplished.
I told my granddaughter it was my blogaversary and she said, “What’s that?”
No drum roll, no brass band, waaaaah waaaah waaaaaah, whine, whine, whine,
No one really cares, just me.
This was the first photo I blogged on July 14, 2009.
Murphy passed away and Michael is going to be ten in August.
For today’s 2015 photo gallery I’m posting the grandchildren feeling exhilarated at Kennywood
And a silhouette of the Phantom’s Revenge
P.s. 11th hour update. Thanks WP
You know those photo greeting cards with the tiny hand in the big hand?
The touching closeups?
I was going for a similar feel with the new parents and grandson Charlie who was a week and a day.
Oops. Add one eager Golden Doodle. Penny’s paw added to the photo.
At least I think it’s Ken. Without clothes. Not sure of the message or meaning.
I’ve see plenty of stuffed plush on garbage truck fronts, especially in New York City.
Maybe I should rethink this post and title it Wordless Wednesday.
I love how some bloggers are so consistent- Six Word Saturday, Silent Sunday, Wordless Wednesday, TBT and the dependable Weekly Photo Challenge on Friday and so on.
But sometimes when I’m stopped at a red light I see something I can photograph in a blink. No rhyme or reason. It is just there.
You can add the caption
When I parked the car to go to coffee this morning, I saw this huge TV on the sidewalk, waiting for the trash.
(Another title could be Trash Selfie?)
The inviting scene as I parked the car.
At the end of the day my school neighbor, the librarian, brought me this fancy cupcake with multi-colored sprinkles AND a wet wipey for my hands after consuming it!
As I put it on my desk, a few sprinkles fell off and the little railroad man was nearby. Photographed with the Canon SX 170 point and shoot. Just for fun.