Showing posts with label 3rd street. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 3rd street. Show all posts

19 June 2011

chick-hen


hens, glovans, countrymen, lend me your ears!  last month in may, i went up to davis for the whole earth festival.  for those of you that have been following since the beginning of lonesome glove, you will remember that this blog started in davis, california!  it was great to be back in my old college town, especially during springtime.  i had hopes that i might find a glove while up there, and thankfully, i did!  after spending three glorious days in davis at the festival, i was preparing to return to reality.  thankfully, before i left, i found TWO gloves on 3rd street near crepeville.  i clutched the dirty, leafy gloves in my left hand for quite a long time while strolling around downtown.  finally, i stopped in miskha's cafe to get a coffee and a brown paper bag to deposit the gloves in.  the gloves flew back down to los angeles with me and waited patiently for their turn to be rehabbed.  a month later, after i finished student teaching, i finally had time to address the two gloves!

they started off as two black fingerless gloves (the previous owner had cut off the fingers!  how cruel!).  i sewed the finger holes shut, stuffed the gloves, and attached them at the wrist to create a very tall chicken-y form.  one thumb and forefinger stuck out and looked a little bit like a beak, so i sewed them together into a pouty-chicken-kissy-face.  cuuuuuuuuuuute!  cluck.

flap your wings for Hen-ry!!!!

hen-ry has her very own bebby egg.
look at her luvin' it!

24 April 2010

the underdog

hello all! here's the second glove from the davis trip. i was biking from tibet nepal to the quad to read a book in the sunshine when i spotted the glove at the intersection of 3rd and F. it had been run over by several cars and was flat as a pancake. i almost passed it by, knowing it would be terribly torn up and filthy, but i stuck to my oath to rescue gloves. i pulled my bike over, took a few photos, waited for the intersection to clear, and scampered out into the street to grab it.
my assumptions were correct: it was full of holes and the worse for wear. when i put it through the wash, the aged elastic crumbled and came off, and i had to pick it out of the washing machine by hand. thankfully, no harm done to the machine! since it was a leather work glove, it proved difficult to repair the holes because the material was so hard to get a needle through. i sewed the holes, stuffed it, and added button eyes. the seams made a perfect little half smile, so i added some teeth, and Wuncle Ugly was done.








here he is babysitting.