Sometimes, when you are capable of a craft, and an occasion presents itself, you fall into a trap. A jungle birthday party for Lincoln, heavy on the monkeys/Curious George? Favors? Monkey Finger Puppets? I would need 8? I can do that!
And suddenly you find yourself with piles of monkey parts and a deep hatred for the colors brown and tan, and the assembly on 7 monkeys to go.
And then, just like all things in life, when you apply yourself and work hard, you finish. They may not be perfect, but they are clearly monkey finger puppets.
All told, I knit: 8 bodies, 8 noses, 8 faces, 8 tails, 16 arms, and 16 ears. Then I sewed them together and embroidered 16 eyes, 16 nostrils, and 8 smile/smirks.
This picture makes me think a bit of "The Birds." Perched monkeys at the park, waiting.
This is the real high point of branding, especially for a small kid. A plate full of beef, beans, and bread, with butterhorns to come.
Grandad Cool selects a branding iron. This is where a certain organization might flag my blog as evil.
I thought this a particularly nice shot of the brand on the back of a calf, with horses and chaps-clad cowboys visible as well. It was a gray and cool day for a branding, but the light was quite nice for photos. It did prove to me that I need a new camera.
