More Ragmonsters OR Why I Am Not A Professional Photographer

Been sewing like a mofo and going through something of a health crisis (more on that later, perhaps.) For now, here are the latest Ragmonsters... and proof that my camera phone should be confiscated.

Named for my dear cousin Halley, meet the Effalent. When we were kids she called all elephants EFFALENTS. She's say things like: "I want to go the zoo and look at the effalents." Or "I want to ride the effalents at the circus." Like every other word was pronounced like an adult linguist, except for elephant. So I'm inclined to think it wasn't a lisp or mispronounciation so much as she was all I'M RENAMING YOU EFFALENT, BITCH.


This material was given to me by mother-in-law. It's tie-died, green flower print. And its DELICIOUSLY CUTE. I call him Grubby the Worm.


And another puppy because I love making Sonny the Pug clones. This one is called Ralph the Woolf.



And no collection would be complete with a feline. Here's Cheddar the Treasure Cat. (Which, as a kid, is what I thought they were saying in Alice in Wonderland when referring to The Cheshire Cat.)

Shameful Absence

I know. I know. Stop with the hate mail already. Truth is, I've been investing all my time into launching the Ragmonster business. And, Internets, it is going great. This coming weekend the long-awaited Etsy shop will be up and running for myself and my mother. That's right people, this is a mother-daughter venture.

In fact, the entire family is involved. My dear friend Madge has spent her last weekends supporting and traveling with us to craft fairs and bazaars. She's in charge of bow-making and stuffing operations. Perhaps our most ardent supporter is my husband. He is vice-president of heavy lifting and official bagger of sold goods. My papa oversees the culinary side of things and woodworking. My bosom buddy Jenn is official jeweler.

Together, we are like a hurricane. We are unstoppable and extremely powerful. Occasionally there are casualties and destruction. You might even see Sean Penn running around with a rifle and rednecks floating their old ladies out of the trailer park on aluminum doors. Yeah, we're that POWERFUL. We're building an empire, bitches, so PLEASE come buy shit from us. That's right. A mere business won't do. And its all coming SOON too a computer near you.

Until then, please enjoy my muse and my latest creation:

(Sonny the Pug not included, but may be purchased for an additional cost. Fees and restrictions apply. Made in the USofA. Not available in Canada.)