Dropped on the driveway as I was packing up my car, an unexpected photo op!
Thank you free dictionary Sprung didn’t look correct but it could have been used
v. sprang or, often, sprung; sprung; spring•ing; v.i.
1. to rise, leap, or move suddenly and swiftly: a tiger about to spring.
2. to be released suddenly from a constrained position: The door sprang open.
3. to issue forth suddenly or forcefully: Oil sprang from the well.
Or #4. Sparkling water sprang from the can. It sprung a leak.
Here’s the first shot
And an oops gallery of “best not to be shown” but here they are
I’m digging for all those carpet and shoe-top shots but this is what I could find easily Not enough light. Oops
Just take the button, not my face. Oops
Blurry oops Finger over lens. Not Rothko! Oops.
Tried to capture A painting on tv show that was in my former in-laws living room, too Oops Oops. Why is this mask in my attic? Moving in the car and bridge railing. Oops
Oops. One of those Airdales sampled the baptism cake An inadvertent screenshot oops
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!
Some people collect them from places they visit. Send photos if you wish.
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
Very cooperative!
One of the smiles needs a bit of straightening out, I see upon examining the image. Ooops.
Sock monkey duo, going in different directions, more than 500 miles apart.
Here are some old sock monkey photos from previous blogs.
Anna entertains her siblings in the kitchen
The grandkids greeted me
Anna and her giant monkey
I painted sock monkey ties
Jack with his sock monkey tie
Anna took this photo
I knit the colorful boa
I gutted a Beanie Baby for my camera lens
Jack took this photo
Sock Monkey Board Meeting
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 Pincushionon 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!!
Here is the first day of waking up to hogs. That is one crazy alarm clock!
Turns out it would be my new Grandson’s birth date but we didn’t know that fact in the morning.
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
Sock monkey duo, going in different directions, more than 500 miles apart.
