I know, terrible pun. But I’m finding these sock monkeys to be a bit alluring. They’re so satisfying to make! And quick and easy!
I had to pop out for honey (Marshmallow and I have got the Spring sniffles) and I secretly shopped for a suitable pair of sock-monkey-socks. I found purple stripes and hearts. I wanted to make a gift of one, and decided that whiffy old socks are only good for family and self. True story! My inner cheapskate was horrified that brand new terry-towelling socks weren’t going on my feet first! Gasp! Horror! I’m over it now, but there is a psychology of wastefulness that I had to overcome.
Anyway here’s monkey no. 4. He was my favourite and intended to be a gift, until Monkey Numero Cinco became chimply marvellous.
The fifth chimp is Le Cadeau going to my prime mate‘s son, who’s shortly going to be an older brother in a month or so. No pic yet because I only finished him this evening and it’s too dark to take a decent photo.
The main difference I noticed, that made my sock monkeys easier to make, is shorter socks. NZ North Island’s sub-tropical climate means there’s very rarely a need for long socks. I have actually never seen a long sock on sale here. Consequently, all my sock monkeys have got short arms except for the last one – I used a different portion of sock to the one I used, but different socks stretch differently as I discovered.
And who knew that buttons were such slippery devils and if you blink, before you know it you have a cross-eyed inbred monkey who needs to be unpicked and done again! Only happened three out of five though.
I have enough stuffing to make one more sock monkey… then I have to leave the Planet of the Apes. Bid my addiction farewell. And make something else instead!
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