January 13, 2009

• Introducing Argmore Goyle

  It really is amazing. I can't look at a sock now without envisioning a monkey child emerging from it.

  I decided to do mine inside-out to add to the fuzzy Frankenstein feeling.

  (Duke documented the process, and now that he's making his own monkey, he's pouting that i'm not grabbing the camera and documenting his own journey. We'll take pics of the final product, though.)

  Here i am, sewing for one of the first times ever.

  

  One sock is for the legs, torso and head. Here i am stuffing it.

  

  The other sock is the rest! The tail, the arms, the face and the ears. The only part of the sock you toss, really, are the toes. Here i'm cutting the ears.

  

  The lil bugger is coming together!

  

  Sewing on the ears. He's almost done!

  

  Only needs the eyes! IT'S ALIVE! IT'S ALIVE!

  

  And there he is! Meet Argmore Goyle! David Jacob said he had to be named Argyle, because of the sock and because of the street. But i had to throw in the "more" part. There's a trend in Chicago where historic buildings on corners were named for the two streets they sat on. There's an apartment building at Argyle and Kenmore that has what i find to be the hilariously unappealing name The Argmore.

  My sock monkey reminded me of a gargoyle for some reason (though his face is actually rather bovine), and his name starts with "arg," so i gave him the second name Goyle.

  Here he's thanking Web Goddess for providing the instructions for his creation.

  

  Argy quickly acquainted himself with Bananasaurus and went for a ride.

  

  Ring around the rosey!

  

  Oh, Argmore! He downed that glass of wine lickety-split! Like father, like son.

  

  There you go! My new buddy, my new baby.

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