My name's Deb, how lovely to meet you! I'm so glad you stopped by...
In November 2008 I made my first sock monkey (yep, that's him alright)....and as they say...the rest is history...
In February 2009, Sock It To Me! was born and my life used to consist of Teza by day (Good afternoon, you're speaking to Chaos Control & Crayon Girl, how may i help?) and monkey business by night.
It was very exciting but I left my home and reality for a crazy journey of enlightenment around Asia. So, here I am soaking up the sights and sounds of sunny Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia and working for CLEO, the coolest mag ever. Thanks again for stopping by, sit back, relax and Happy Reading!
xoxo Miss Deb
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Lest we forget...
I took that just moments ago at the dawn service on the square in Palmerston North. I've always made it a point to go eventhough I don't recall anybody in my family history being in the army. Somehow the idea and reason for it all just resonates with something in me.
I've been doing the rounds lately before I head off to Asia and I'm currently down in Palmy til Sunday...I've been catching up with so many people and not really feeling like I was saying goodbye to them....like I was going to be back fairly soon etc. But this morning..at the dawn service I got emotional. It finally sank in that I was leaving my home. Maybe because I felt like I could slightly understand what it must've been like and what it must still be like when our troops set off to a foreign land leaving all that they know and knowing that they might not return alive. No, I haven't the faintest clue how hard that must be for them and their families but I do know how hard it's been for me and my life is in no way, shape or form in danger at any point.
I have so much respect for their courage and devotion. As I watched the army helicopter fly above us at the stroke of 6am, I thought of all the people stuck in war torn countries who hear those sounds and see those choppers all the time. Would they be afraid or comforted? Would they brace themselves for the sound of an explosion to follow? How lucky are we to not know the answers to those questions. So this morning, I said a very special thank you to all those who have fallen while protecting their country or been sent to defend people just like us in less fortunate countries... lest we forget the sacrifice they and their families have made.
Features writer, sock monkey queen, creative braniac, maker of things, lover of all things vintage and jack of all trades at your service. For gossip, feedback and to get the job done please email debzdomain at gmail dot com.
Yes...the term is to be taken literally...take one funky pair of socks, add a dash of "Sock It To Me!" magic by Miss Deb and Voila! Sock monkey awesome-ness! Sock monkeys have been around for centuries...nanas use to make them out of old pairs of socks for their grandkids. Revival with a twist is here. Every single one of these bad boys is unique and one of a kind. Miss Deb's does custom orders too so if you had something specific in mind or stumbled upon some seriously cool socks that you think are worth 'monkey-fiying', you know where to go!
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