Georgio

Georgio is fantastic opera singer.  He can reach octaves only audible by certain species of birds, and when he does a vibrato, the earth trembles slightly, which makes his audience roar with delight.  On his nights off, Georgio enjoys being non-sophisticated.  He sits on his sofa with a large bowl of cheese puffs in his lap and he watches the most juvenile cartoons.  Because of hiis unusually large voice, when he laughs at the antics of Sponge Bob his downstairs neighbor,  Delores, has to calm her kitty, Whiskers, who jumps onto her lap in fright.

Georgio is over here making my Etsy shop tremble.

Victor

Victor is the food critic of his local newspaper, the Beacon.  He is not sure, but he thinks his job is the best in the whole world.  He got the job because he is very good at thinking of interesting ways to describe food.  He once described a cheeseburger from his local diner as tasting "like a summer day on my favorite roller coaster".  Victor never passes up dessert, and he will never give a restaurant 5 stars  if they don't have cherries to top off their sundaes.  No, indeed.  Victor also thinks that fashion rule about not wearing horizontal stripes if you have a heavy frame is ridiculous.

Yesterday I sewed up this little drawstring bag for Milo and Martha to fit in.  The woman who bought them was the first non-family member (aka pity purchase) to buy something of mine off of Etsy.  She bought Myles awhile back and then left me the sweetest feedback.  I wanted to make something extra for her, so I made the bag for them to fit in (I got the idea off of Elsie Marley's blog).

On a different, number filled, BLAH note, I don't think I can put off my taxes any longer.  They must be done.  I thought of trying to play Dr. Frankenstein and sewing me up a bright accountant with his own knitted calculator, giving him all my paper work and then skipping town and going to an arcade or something very child-like and non-tax related (but, not the movies, sigh.  Have you seen the selection?).  What was a few really interesting side-jobs and resume-one liners for me:  giant-puppet-maker, museum-mural-painter, pillow-monster-sewer is now a pile of receipts and confusion.  I suppose it is worth it, though because as scared as I am to add and subtract numbers, last year I didn't have to say "would you like to make that a large for 40 cents more?" or "Would you like anything from the bake case with that?" or "Will you be using your *insert name of corporation* card?  If not, have you heard about our exciting program?"  That was something I had to do for a long time, and each time I said one of those things I felt a tiny black dot landing on my soul.   

Fredericko and Fernando

Fredericko and Fernando are siamese twins.  They adore one another, so they have no problem with this.   Their interests are the same:  opera singing, soccer playing and double fudge pudding.  The semi-professional team they are on is called the Oak Trees (because Oak Trees are so strong).  Fredericko and Fernando have many advantages on the field:  they have double the eyes to watch out for their opponents and double the heads for headers.  Off of the field and on the stage, they perform everyone's socks off.  Their voices alone are not that impressive, but when singing together they achieve a kind of harmony never before heard.  

I have been wanting to make siamese twins for awhile.  I didn't want to make fun though--I think siamese twins are fascinating.  I saw a documentary of these American teenage siamese twins on TLC once.  They had two distinctive personalities.  They were definitely just two well-adjusted teenage girls who happened to be siamese twins.  I find stories like that incredible.   

There was another really great documentary called "The Woman with Half of a Body".  This woman was incredible.  She got around on a skateboard and was a car mechanic.  She could easily get underneath the car to work on it because of how she was born.  Her parents just raised her as if she was no different from any one else, and she just adapted to the world.  She is married, had a BABY and is also taking care of her mentally handicapped brother.  

Oh yeah, and speaking of Oak Trees, look at these plush ones on this Etsy shop.  FUN!

Super Shelton went to London today!  Thanks Cecilia!  And, thanks to Joel, you are right---he does look like he's saying "Woosh!".

Virgil and Vernon

Vernon is the one on the left.  He is a secret spy who works for a very important agency.  He loves spying so much that he doesn't do it for pay.  When he does good work, however, the important agency rewards him with jelly bellies.  Vernon is very swift on his feet, sometimes he moves so fast that he creates a wind that blows his mustache against his cheeks in a way that is ticklish to him.  He does not giggle though, because he does not want to spoil his cover!  The others that work for the important agency don't have the heart to tell him that his mask is not a very incognito disguise.

Vernon's brother, Virgil, is a standup comedian.  He tells good, clean jokes and gets his audience to see the world in a new light.  He has a very funny bit he does about "I Can't Believe It's Not Butter".  He is guilty of laughing at his own jokes, but he believes ethically that he shouldn't, so his laugh comes out as a suppressed, high-pitched giggle.  This only adds to his comedic performance.  He is a gentleman and always holds the door open for the ladies.

Do you remember Fabio?  I know it isn't that funny, really, but do you remember when he was filming a commercial for something on a roller coaster, and he was in the front seat, and every other seat was occupied by really beautiful women dressed in Greek attire?  Then, during the roller coaster ride a bird ran into his face!  Photographs were all over the internet of his face being hit by a bird while beautiful women in togas looked on, shocked.  Now Fabio was okay and he is probably very wealthy, and he seems happy, so we can all giggle, but sometimes thinking of that just blows me away in regards to the timing of things.  

Billy Bob and Benjamin

Today was the greatest.  A few days ago I sold Myles on Etsy which of course is always exciting in and of itself.  But, today I got feedback from the woman who bought him. She was so happy, and her words were sooooo kind.  I almost cried!  Myles is a "secret-keeping pillow monster" and he has a little pocket for storing very important objects.  This woman said that she was giving Myles to her first grade son who is sensitive and will most certainly be telling Myles some secrets.  (!) That literally broke my heart.  For many reasons I have kind-of been anti-social lately.  I moved not too long ago to this new place where husband Joseph is going to grad school and also I have been trying to heal from losing someone very close to me.  Sewing these little creatures and inventing personalities for them has been really therapeutic for me.  There is just something really nice about knowing some little boy has one now, as a toy, and that maybe he will tell it a secret, and that I made it with my hands and it sort of helped me with my day before that.  A nice circle.  So, that made today a great Valentine's Day.  Almost as good as my first one with Joseph----he got me a big wooden cut out of a cactus from a resale shop and he picked me up from school with my favorite 80's Madonna tape playing on his car's stereo---which was extra, extra chivalrous of him because he especially detested 80's Madonna.