Spotted by my sister Mary at Laura’s house today
Charlie’s toy house cast a shadow on the floor
Charlie learns to make a tower all by himself. But that final block was a challenge.
You know the end result….
but we were laughing and I didn’t take a pic of the fallen blocks
Jack tried repeatedly to dislodge the nylon parachute guy from the birch tree in the backyard. Stuck! It was a stunning winter day. Gray and white clouds, blue sky and just below freezing temp. A day for the real camera and not the phone.
His dad was going to help himtry to retrieve it later after work but I wasn’t there to find out if they succeeded.
Magic turning a pair of red heeled worksocks into a Sock Monkey
Note: have to work on the stuffing so it isn’t lumpy
To Do: hand sewing and face embroidery by daylight tomorrow.
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.
A gift to my sister Mary from some friends and neighbors in Mt Vernon, NY.
She wasn’t played with either, just like the italian doll I posted yesterday.
Her white clothing has yellowed even though she’s been wrapped up and tucked away.
I’m still amazed at how different angles and backgrounds create such a varied look.
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