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Why a Monkey could do my Job.

Posted on Jul 20, 2009. 7 comments

I'm going to buy a monkey and name him or her Bubbles. Why? Because this monkey gives the same Mom stare of death expression as I do. And frankly I could use the break.
silly monkey
We went to the San Diego Zoo on Wednesday. If you've ever been to the San Diego Zoo you know. It's got to be one of the best zoos in the US. Maya responded by being as miserable as one 2 year old kid could possibly be. And that ain't pretty.
flamingo in training
First there was the "ZOMG I see a flamingo!!!1!!!1!! Make it stop being smelly!" crying, then there was the "going down the slide in the playground" crying, and finally "I'm crying because I'm crying, crying." Rinse, lather and repeat during our trip. She was really only happy during the snake house visit which I find disturbing and the Husband found delightful. Maya was happy for a micro-micro second after lunch and post popcorn treat to pose for this photo.
Here I am!
In which I responded by swinging from the rafters (quickly before the crying started...again) like this matriarchal chimp.
chimp
My Grandmother used to dole out corporal punishment by making me choose a weeping willow switch at a predetermined time. She also had 7 children, 6 boys and a girl. And a really big frying pan for enforcing "the law" whereby "the law" was her bidding. She wrote me a letter instructing me to put fish heads into the ground as tomato fertilizer. She crocheted avidly and sewed me the most beautiful dress when I was a child, the wonderment she caused with that action is still echoing today in my work. Grandma was an incredible human being. She patented "the look" and somehow managed to get her kids to eat squirrel, turtle, and I heard once even skunk meat. She was not to be trifled with.
Speaking of family, the most amazing thing happened recently. During a Family Reunion my relatives got to talking and it was discovered that there is a section of cousins who unknowingly have the same fiber obsessions avocation. My cousins do all of the following knit, spin, quilt, cross stitch and sew. In fact the two of us actually spun fiber from the same etsy shop. And all of this has been going on independently of each other. It must be genetic, this compulsion to create whether it be with fiber, fabric or needles.
In honor of my recent familial discovery that craftiness is in my genes I decided to take a self portrait with as many handmade items as possible.
365_12 Handmade
My skirt, the baby sock in my hands, and the shawl on the dressform were all made (or designed) by me. Somehow although there are no beatings, fish heads, crocheting, or skunks involved I think Grandma would be proud.

Comments

  • Posted by Wendy on Jul 23, 2009

    Oh bummer that a bad day coincided with a big trip day! Babies need reset buttons.

  • Posted by Clumsy Knitter on Jul 20, 2009

    Omigosh, no way! I live 2 blocks away from the zoo…sometimes I swear I can hear those monkeys howling at each other. :-P Hope you had fun!

  • Posted by Michelle on Jul 20, 2009

    I made a mistake! I have two of these shawls in my possession, one knit by me and one knit by my friend Jen. When I converted the photo to black and white I forgot which shawl was on the dress form. Jen was lovely enough to test knit the shawl pattern and I’m sorry I didn’t give her credit initially. Sorry about that, Jen!

  • Posted by Carrie K on Jul 21, 2009

    Oh, how awful. Stealing your friend’s handknits as your own. Grandma wants you to pick out a switch…..
    Pretty cool, the crafty genes! As for the rest, different times.
    Maya, Maya, Maya. The San Diego Zoo is ALL THAT!! and potato chips. Next time, she stays home, I go with.

  • Posted by Mildawg on Jul 20, 2009

    It’s wonderful how fiber arts can bring families together :)

  • Posted by AlisonH on Jul 20, 2009

    Lol! But skunk glands in a bottle make a great asthma inhaler!

  • Posted by Kath on Jul 20, 2009

    You know, there must be something about being a parent that gives you the ability to give “the look”. Because while I could never do a darn thing about it, my mother was able to train my kitty to leave the knitting in her hands alone with a certain look and stern voice command. I wish I could tape it and sell it.

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