Showing posts with label los angeles. Show all posts
Showing posts with label los angeles. 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!

26 March 2010

glove drought

since moving back to los angeles, i haven't had any luck with finding gloves. this could be due to a number of factors: some people here just don't wear gloves because they're dirty hipsters, others keep better track of their gloves because goddamn! burberry gloves are expensive, or the weather is just too damn nice to be wearing gloves down here.

well, i was not shocked by the lack of lost gloves in LA, since i had been thinking about my potential for glove drought for quite some time. however, today while driving in silver lake, i thought i spotted a glove on the side of the road. Tony pulled over and screeched to a halt, and i gasped, "what are you doing?!?" in my confusion, as i thought he had lost his mind. he replied, "i'm supporting your dirty glove project!" aw, what a guy. i grabbed a napkin, jumped out of the car, and walked back up the street toward the crumpled object. sadly, it was only a lonely men's sock.

i thought about picking it up, but i'm not yet desperate enough to resort to rescuing lonely socks. maybe soon, but not yet.