Greek Tragedy

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I went to the hand doctor today. I can’t believe it’s been more than two months since they rebuilt my thumb joint. I am progressing nicely and should be back to throwing pots by February. Which is good because I pretty much sold all of the pottery I brought to Handmade for the Holidays, and a nice amount of the jewelry too.

So I haven’t been doing too much making lately. I am hoping that will change soon.

I leave you with a story.

I walked into the living room where my husband was watching a movie called Troy the Odyssey. I noticed the cheap vinyl piping on the actors’ costumes that was supposed to pass for Greek warrior gear. I commented that it must not be a very good movie.

My husband replied that the movie was so tragically bad that it could only have been written by Sophocles.

“Sophocles?” I asked, Didn’t he write plays? ”

“He wrote Oedipus,” my husband responded.

“And Antigone,” I added, remembering my Greek tragedies.

“He did write Antigone,” my husband informed me. And the great tragedy there was that she never wrote back.”

My Name is MC Fuzzy Fuzz

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Art, Biggie Smalls, Hand Made, Happy, Hats, Hip Hop, inspiration, Le Mutt, Rap, Rasta Hat, Sock Puppet, South Philadelphia, Urban, , , , 2 Comments on My Name is MC Fuzzy Fuzz

MC Fuzzy Fuzz is a sock puppet I made for my Step Grandson (AKA DJ Spud) so his parents would have another way to interact with him and make him laugh.   I started out with a wool sock and added felt, pom poms and googly eyes (not baby safe.) Then I got some childrens  gloves at a dollar store, cut off the fingers and stuffed them with batting, and sewed them on his head for hair.  I had the top of the sock left over and made a hat.  Then I got pom poms and took the puppet to visit my mother.  She picked out the pom poms and I sewed them on.  “You get to name him,” I told her.  “Fuzzy,” she replied.

I came home and my husband said, “No, he’s MC Fuzzy Fuzz.”  (My husband, who is a 62 year old Jewish man with a Ph.D. is heavily into Hip Hop. ” It took me a year to understand Biggie Smalls,” he tells me, “but now I get it and I think he’s a genius.”)  The hair became dreadlocks and the hat became a Rasta hat.  Then my husband said Fuzzy should be a rapper, so I sewed on the arms and gave him some bling.  Then we decided he should be a dawg, and I sewed on ears.  (Thank you Le Mutt for modeling.)  I also gave him a lower fang (his grill).

Like some stars in the sock puppet hip hop industry,  MC Fuzzy Fuzz has a back story.  He did not grow up in the dog pound. He went to the best obedience schools and his father held a high post in the national branch of the ASPCSP (American Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Sock Puppets).  MC Fuzzy (whose real name is S. (for Sock) Pupwell Baskin dropped out of obedience school to try his luck in the music biz, much to his father’s dismay.  But he hit it big.  To read an except from one of his songs,  press here. And remember to kiss a sock puppet today!