I washed a sock. Then I put it in the dryer. When I took it out, it was gone.
Steven Wright
I know you'll understand. We've had many summers of sock creature creations.
The guy on the left we bought in Toronto, sans feathers, a few years ago. My son named him Lovely Feathers and he acquires more feathers each summer. To his right is his mum, officially called Mummy Lovely Feathers. Quinte and I made her. Quinte has also made Lovely Daddy Feathers, I'll save him for another day but you should know, he is much smaller than his son or wife. They sit up in the rafters of our cabin and protect us from evil spirits, and more importantly, snakes.
Our cabin is nick-nack heaven (or it could be hell if that's the way you look at things). I never get enough of combing local flea markets. Bunny bag and laundry lady store our dirty clothes.
Toasty Mammy hides a toaster.
I bet you wonder how you get along without toasty Mammy.
Someone just asked me about book recommendations. I could and probably will compile an extensive list but there is one book I really admire.
It's not easy to get a publisher to go along with untried ideas and I think Lynne Perella's book looks great, is original, and very inspiring. I highly recommend it. What's your nomination for best art/craft book?
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