When I was a little bitty, I had a sock monkey that I loved dearly. His name was Monk Monk. (I was obviously not a very creative child.) I carried him everywhere by his tail and sucked on his feet while I slept at night. He was with me through thick and thin. I broke my leg when I was 2 years old and the doctor put a cast on Monk Monk's tail to match mine. He retired tattered and torn and deeply loved...very much like the Velveteen Rabbit...just not quite as classy.
Many of you have probably noticed that sock monkeys are making a big come back (as are cropped sweatshirts, but we'll save that conversation for another day.)
Check out what a simple Pinterest search for Sock Monkey came up with:
Sock Monkey hats...baby not included
Sock Monkey-themed birthday parties
Yummy Sock Monkey cookies
A Sock Monkey table cloth.
All of this Sock Monkey hoopla going around the webernet coupled with my own 1985 love affair with Monk Monk, inspired me to make a Sock Monkey for one of my friend's babies.
I give you...
Sock Monkey
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He seems to have a little attitude.
Dave thinks he's border-line creepy. I think that's just because he saw him before he had a face. I'll admit he was a little creepy at that stage of the project.
I think he's kinda cute.
I used this tutorial for Sock Monkey making if you're interested.
What do you think? Do you have a heartfelt sock monkey story OR do you think toys made out of socks are weird?
Tackling the tough issues,
mel
Two things: A) we used to call my sister Monk Monk because she climbed all over like a monkey.
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Just thought you should know. We're twins.
Allan says THANKS a Million for Monk Monk!
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