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Sometimes after sewing a character I find myself hesitant to glue its facial features on. While sewing all of that plush two weeks ago, I waited until the end to glue all of the little faces in place. I'd finish sewing one character and then move onto the next one. By the end of all of the sewing I found myself with a pile of plush characters whose faces were in dire need of gluing. Why am I so silly about gluing these faces? I cut out the facial features while I cut out the bodies so it's merely a matter of dabbing some felt glue on the little pieces and placing them just so. What compels me to stall the inevitable? Case in point, are these things. I finished sewing that pink monster days ago and the little cranberry bodysuit fellow last night, but I've yet to glue the faces on either of them. And I don't know if I will before the event at Royal/T tomorrow morning! The heck why?! I have no idea. Except when I do. Such as in this instance below. I finished

I'm doing it again! Selling plush in person being the thing that I am doing. This time at a more convenient hour and location. Roll your way into Culver City tomorrow (12/18) anytime between the hours of 10am and 3pm and you will find my beard and my body behind a table of plush at Royal/T. Need more details? Look no further than the Facebook event page .

My first time selling plush at an event in person just happened. But what happened while that was happening? This blog post will attempt to answer that very question. For starters, nearly every single person who stopped by my section of table asked me the following question:  "What is this?" Not about a specific character, mind you, just the plush in general. Had they never seen plush before? I wish I'd thought to ask them this at the time. By the end of the night, the question was still catching me completely off guard. Some folks did try to guess what certain characters were. One such man stepped up to the table and picked up a Zombie Zucchini. "Is this a soda?" he asked. "No, it is not a soda. It is a Zombie Zucchini," I informed him. "Wait! Am I a soda?" He stood silent for a moment. I could almost hear him thinking. Then he made some more words come out of his mouth. "Is that a zucchini?" (pause for effect) &quo

The holiday gift boutique thingy took place as scheduled last night at Crewest Gallery in downtown LA. Below are pictures of several variants of old characters as well as a few brand new ones. Ghosts! Beards! Undead appendages!  Brown Bear Blue Bunny Bearded Slug Barrel  a Ghost Hairy Pumpkin  Potato Pirate Captain Chambers  Bearded Phantasm Potato Pirate Peg Leg Tremble  Undead Severed Hand - front Undead Severed Hand - back

Got a message on Etsy Thursday before last asking if I'd like to sell my plush in a gallery downtown in one week's time. I did like. Only one problem: I didn't have any plush to sell. Smash cut to!       I sewed more in a week than most men do in their entire lifetime. There is no hyperbole here. Meals were kept to a minimum. Showers were rationed. Sleep a luxury I could afford only so much of. I learned something about how cruel a man can be during the course of that week. It all came to a head Wednesday evening with the unfortunate decision to pull an all-nighter. My body knew I was up to something, I don't even know how it knew because I never talk to my body, but it knew. At the stroke of midnight I found myself suffering a serious case of the trembles accompanied by a sickly feeling in the pit of my stomach the likes of which I'd never felt before. By 3am I was seeing things out of the corner of my eyes. At 6am I wasn't seeing things out of the corn