Monday, August 1, 2011

Freddy Fred




Freddy Fred loves a good road trip. He has boycotts super highways that bypass small towns because he thinks small towns are diamonds in the rough and should not be passed at high speeds. While on his many journeys, which usually involve destinations to enormous things (totem poles, candles, pencils, barbed wires), Freddy Fred frequently stops at Ma and Pa restaurants for pie and coffee. He is broke as a joke, so instead of tipping his waitresses, he carefully sketches their portraits on paper place-mats and gives them to them for free. He also calls them "doll-face".

Freddy Fred will be in my Etsy shop today! I will post the others this week.

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Run Over By a Truck...


That's how they look to me pre-stuffed. Four sad, flat, fat, mustached men. I'm working on them bit by bit. They are all stuffed and waiting for hats. Joseph (my husband) has demanded that I accessorize them. He is obsessed with accessories. Not really, well, in a way, yes he is always saying, "Sure, he's good, but what he really needs is a stuffed briefcase." Actually, he does have really funny ideas for accessories, I can just never bring myself to sew them. Sewing a clipboard does not sound like my idea of fun, but seeing a very serious stuffed mustache man with a very serious stuffed clipboard under his stubby arm is a pretty charming vision. I promised him this time around I would sew at least one accessory. Stay tuned! In other news, I have a serious tropical popsicle addiction this summer.

Monday, July 18, 2011

Pat




Pat is a master of small talk. He loves it very much. He studies the weather diligently and can talk for hours about the pleasantries of a warm spring day and what a pain humidity is for keeping symmetry in his mustache curls. His favorite past-time is sitting on park benches and talking with retired, friendly folks while sharing muffin crumbles with mooching pigeons.

Pat will be available in my shop today! Pat has been reserved. I'll make more soon!

Stewie




Stewie is a data analyst for his day job, but after 5:00, Stewie throws on a top hat and studies magic. If you are thinking of a number between 1 and 5, Stewie gets it right almost 25% of the time!

Stewie is also reserved.

Artie




Artie is a sharp dresser. For his free time, he studies the GQ magazine archive at his local library. He photocopies the best, sharpest attires and then he saves them in a three-ringed binder. Then, he goes to thrift stores and rummage sales to try to find items that closely match the looks in his collection. His motto for life is "Frugal does not equal frumpy, my dear." He embroiders this on all of his knickers to remind himself to live a life of style.

Artie is reserved already, but I will be making more mammers soon.

Bernie




Bernie enjoys his morning cup of joe. He is very particular, though. If it's too bitter or not the exact kind of hot that he prefers, his whole morning will be wonky. The most important step in dressing up his coffee is taking his mug over to his super smiley neighbor, Dolly's, house who sticks her finger in it to sweeten it up

Bernie has been reserved and is unavailable, but I will be making a few more larger mammer jammers if you are interested.

Friday, July 15, 2011

The Big Mammer Jammers!





I have been spending my time making these big guys! Double my normal mustache man. They are the Big Mac of my Pink Cheeks. I am sure there is a better burger equivalent, but I am a vegetarian, so it's hard to keep up (though I do recall some chicken sandwich featuring chicken patties instead of a bun making the news circuit a few months ago). I had a lot of fun sewing these guys, probably the most fun I have ever had. I think they would make a sharp looking barber shop quartet. I will start posting them in my shop on Monday.

In other news, Walter and I took a mom-son trip to the zoo and we were so close to a giraffe that I could touch its nose! It was really incredible. Walter liked the otters the best. The hippos were nowhere to be found. We saw their shelter. Where could they have been hiding?