That’s what my Mom and I would call our buckeye and sock monkey store, if we ever opened one. Buck The Monkey. (If you follow me on Twitter, you already know that.)
For now, we use it as a verb.
“Hey Leslie! What are you doing this weekend?” you may ask.
And I would say, “We’re gonna Buck The Monkey.” Which means, my Mom and I are going to make buckeyes and sock monkeys. We think it sounds cool. Because it does.
You so want to Buck The Monkey, too.
With Valentine’s Day coming up, we’ve been Bucking The Monkey hard this weekend to fill orders and requests. But, I had to stop to show you this guy.
I’m so proud of him. He’s exceptionally cute AND he has a story. Or he was inspired by a story. Anyway – here’s the story: My parents met on the school bus sometime in the late 60s. Back then, my Mom’s favorite things to wear were a floppy hat and a brown suede jacket with fringe. My Dad always sat near her on the bus to try and talk to her and would nervously pull at the fringe on her jacket. It turns out, the time it took him to pull all the fringe off her jacket was all the time they needed to fall in love.
So, there’s our first Psychedelic Love Monkey.
And while I’m feeling all warm and gooey inside, I need to send out a giant kiss-covered thank you to each and every one of you who visit here. Some of you have gone way above and beyond and shared your talents, donated funds, ordered buckeyes and given homes to our monkeys. You all truly make my dreams come true. I mean, being able to contribute to my family financially – even in a very small way – by blogging and Bucking The Monkey, well, I don’t think there’s much that’s cooler than that. So, thank you. One million percent, THANK YOU!