Or, like this...
Whatever you're up to, remember this: lighten up, breathe, enjoy.
|South Tottenham with his new friend Gospel Oak (or Ospel Goak)|
|Jake picked out the socks from which to make his monster. |
Incidentally, they are the exact same pair I would have picked.
While I am sewing up his arms, Jake puts him in the doll pram.
|Have you ever seen such an itty bitty limb?|
|Finally I get to use the buttons I bought in Italy years ago.|
|Not done yet but he's already got attitude.|
|The genius of using socks means he gets a bum to sit on.|
|Ta da! All done!|
And yes, those green threads are meant to be there.
They are armpit hairs and got Jake's approval.
|Taking South Tottenham and Penguin for a walk ~ or, |
How to get weird looks from your neighbours
|And from strangers in the playground|
|I think we did get a few smiles though. |
Interestingly enough, the smiles were from men.
The women looked at us like we were wearing meat for clothes
and not in an appreciation for Lady Gaga sort of way.
Little girls smiled and wanted to play but their judgmental mothers
kept them from approaching us.
I still don't know if it was because I was allowing
my boy to play with a doll pram or because
of the wonderful uniqueness of South Tottenham.
|Jake colours in a drawing of South Tottenham that I made for him|
|I know I'm biased, but I think it's fab and unwittingly|
captures what South Tottenham's all about.
|A story about South Tottenham being worked out in my sketchbook / journal|
|The "finished" story ~ or at least a draft of one,|
including a few contributions from Jake.