As if it weren't patently obvious, here are more Sock Monkey finger puppets. This brings up an interesting albeit controversial topic. Do Sock Monkeys eat Sock Bananas? First image: Monkeys displayed with a Chiquita Banana sign I got on eBay 5-7 years ago (???) for my former Dining Room, aka: The Banana Room. Second image: Monkeys with a banana tree! This tree has to be assembled each time. The person who gave it to me was nice enough to label the leaves and the leaf slots with corresponding numbers. Sometimes you just need to assemble your banana tree in a jiffy, and there's no time for dillydallying. Think Nascar pitstops.
Out for the day with my friend Carleen -- exploring previously uncharted territory (uncharted for me, anyway) in Tiverton, RI to go to an Antiques show. (Tiverton is lovely -- click on the slideshow -- Wow. If I weren't so awed with how charming it is, I could muster up a few pangs of jealousy.)
Saw some really great things at the Antiques show --
A riding toy fire truck from the '50s, metal with a bell! and wooden ladders. Want it. Need it.
Two Pug dogs (Carleen spotted first) frolicking under a trailer.
A Steiff rolling and rocking wool elephant, from the 1800's. This straw-stuffed and noise-making beast had been WELL-LOVED, and repaired in funny stitching, probably by the child who rode it.
Had lunch (roast biff sammiches with a YUMMY 7-grain bread) at The Provender (see slideshow), then did some poking around in the local shops. The town's library was having a fund-raising sale, so I got the above abacus ($3), and the green wire basket ($2) there.
The pool balls ($3 for 12) were purchased when we stopped at a Little Compton tag sale to ask for directions. We weren't lost. We were "surveying the area" and there were pool balls with my name on them!
Oh, yeah, and we had ice cream at Gray's (see slideshow), too! :-D
Another quote for August's NATIONAL FRIENDSHIP MONTH, stuck into a border design I've done:
I like this quote because she's not laying the blame on the other person. It could just as easily be her inability to "cross the street". I also like it because it's so true. We make the time to do the things we want to do, and we find the time to spend with friends, in whatever "format". Life's emergencies only account for a small percentage of cancelled get-togethers. After that, they're just excuses. But that's MY opinion... what's yours?
Four more finger puppets illustrating the phenomena known as: Elephant Twins! All over the world, there are Pachyderm Pairs -- some identical; some fraternal. Once a year, they converge upon Twinsberg, Ohio for a weeklong celebration of all things Elephant-y. And Twin-y.
Above: Here are Indian Elephant twins: Tanima (meaning = slenderness), and her sister Tanuka (meaning = slender). They like dressing up, putting on make up, dancing, and anything pink &/or sparkly.
Above: Tyberius and Tyroleus are American Elephants, who are in the "performing arts". Their most crowd-pleasing act is throwing and catching colored rings on their tusks.
As a continuation of the series of finger puppets I'm doing based on '80s musicians, here is PRINCE... before he was the Artist-Formerly-Known-As-Prince, and before he was just Prince again.
I used the product known as "Curly Hair" (heh) to create Prince's 'do. I was real leery entering into this proposition, as I've tried using this product before, and it was the spun polyester version of Slinkies Gone WILD! But this time, reading the package more carefully (or at all), and following the directive to cut a small slit in the package, and just pull out/cut small strands of hair at a time, made for a much, much better experience. Built sections of the hair up and up 'til it matched the poofiness factor I was trying to achieve.
I usually use seam binding to make my puppets' clothes, but this time used some blanket binding for its shininess, which Prince's outfits require. It's a pain to work with in this capacity. Too many frayed ends that kept popping out, instigating OCD behavior to fix said.
A couple more shots of Prince... the second to show how little he is!
I went to see Prince's movie Purple Rain when it first came out. A few excerpts from my journal, dated July 30, 1984 -- I was 19 -- severely edited, too bad for you:
Then we went to the movie, but since it was only the 2nd night for it, it was sold out, and so we decided to go at 9:50... The movie was violent and full of sex... I didn't really like the way he treated his girlfriend in the movie. I know it was because of the way his dad treated his mom.
I think my all-time favorite Prince song has GOT to be Delirious.
I get delirious whenever U're near Lose all self-control, baby, just can't steer Wheels get locked in place Get a stupid look on my face When it comes 2 makin' a pass, pretty mama I just can't win a race
Today's purchases at the Seekonk (MA) Speedway Flea Market...
Above: So excited about this group of gas station prices -- 37 for $5! They are 2-sided -- one side is matte, the other shiny, so I tried to alternate them on this wall in my back hall. Tools used: level, pencil, and thumbtacks (pack of 50 costs 88 cents at Big Lots) I'm the daughter of an accountant, so maybe a "love of numbers" is hereditary???
(Little tiles above the numbers are where I've started a "mosaic" of game pieces-- Mah Jongg tiles, dominoes; I will add to it as I get them.)
Above: Red & White Pyrex dish: $2; Tin globe: $7; Two wooden clowns, which look like Bill Ding blocks: $2 for the pair.
Above: Cast iron doorstop, $2. It's the first thing I bought, so I got to build my muscles by carrying it around.
Today's total: $18.
It is a gorgeous day today, with the weather saying that Autumn is not too far off. Two comforters at bedtime: Well, all right now.
Thumbnails can be clicked on for an enlarged view.
These three guys were inspired by Kaboom!'s life story of becoming a clown, and are following in his footsteps... Yes, I did a Google search for "clown names".
My sister Jane gave me a clown name, which I cannot share here. This is a family show. Suffice it to say that it has to do with a body part or parts. AND I got, at the same time my clown name was bestowed upon me, a THEME SONG. I asked her, "What's YOUR clown name?" She answered without hesitation, "Blaah-zaaay..." Our other sister has been registering her dissatisfaction with not being included in on all this 'fun'. I reminded her of MY name, and asked her, "Do you REALLY want Jane to give you a clown name? Think carefully about that." "Oh. Yeah. Maybe not."