Apparently my brain thought I was capable of following through with all of my Baltimore-centric plans more than reality dictated.
What happened? Frickin’ Sock Monkey Saturday happened. For some reason, I thought that I’d be able to stitch a sock monkey in about an hour. Theresa thought she’d make at least 2 before we left.
Nearly 3.5 hours later… with the threat of the event closing, I finished my sock monkey. Sadly – Theresa didn’t even finish hers. Making sock monkeys is way harder than I thought it would be! By the time we finished, we were starving (it was 3pm) and I couldn’t think of where I wanted to eat near MICA.
So we skipped the MICA Art Market and headed to the Squidfire Art Mart in Canton (at DuBurns) because it was located near Pasta Mista and all we could really think about was fooooooood.
Anywho – I was hoping I’d not only finish a fantastic sock monkey, but that I’d be able to dress him in some fabulous attire. Um… about that? This is what you get. Jeremy wanted a monkey with an eye patch and I really wanted to deliver. I guess I could still follow through.
Now I need a name for my sock monkey.
Btw – I realize that I’m closing in on 30 and I’ve got 2 stuffed monkeys on my wine tower. And?