A sock monkey saved my life. In 2008, an industrial accident left me in the hospital for nearly a week. The whole time I had Eli and Sirus, my two sock monkeys there with me. They never complained and never stopped smiling no matter how scary it was at three am when morphine induced nightmares would make me squeeze them. I had my sock monkeys, eventually everything would be okay.
Instead of dwelling on the many ways that things had broken, I spent that time dreaming up new monkeys to make, new ways of making each one not only a unique work and better than the last. It was crucial that each monkey not only looked good, but was durable so it could withstand years of being hugged and brought along on adventures. My sock monkeys are art that can (and should) be cuddled.
Monkeyville began as a safe haven for me when everything else had fallen apart. The…
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