Late last night, Nate was preparing a lesson he had to teach and I didn’t want to go to bed yet, or clean anything, so…

I decided to make a sock monkey. Now, in the world of knitting, people are knitting their sock monkeys. I’m not. Am I bad?

Anyway, as I’m sewing up the bottom of the monkey last night, I saw this.

My first reaction was, “oh no!”

My second reaction was, “wait, I can totally fix that.”

My third reaction? “How on earth does a non knitter make one of these?”

Maybe I’m beyond clutsy, But I encountered about 4 of these dropped stitches in the process of making my monkey. A quick little surgery with a couple tiny crochet hooks, and we were fine.

Additionally, since hand sewing and embroidery are NOT on my list of skills, I was pleased to realize that since I was working on a knit fabric, I could totally mattress stitch the body parts together. (I realized this AFTER the mouth was attached. Hence, I have a bearded monkey. Or at least a monkey with a 5 o’clock shadow).

While sewing last night, I toyed with the idea of giving the monkey to my little niece who I saw become very attached to a little boy’s stuffed monkey at a playdate yesterday morning. However, aside from the fact that all three of my girls were positioning and vying for it this morning before it was even finished, Clark has laid claim.

I’ve been playing with my sewing machine and serger for quite awhile now. I really need to clean my house.