My love for sock monkeys started when my mamaw was sick. She bought a bunch of socks to make some monkeys with but then the doctors gave her the bad news. She went downhill fast. I never actually realized, when they say 3 months, they usually mean 3 months. She went fast. It never hit me that she had cancer until that moment. I remember at the last time she woke up and told me she loved me. But before she got bad enough I was determined to make her a sock monkey... because she kept talking about those socks. I stayed up all night and sewed an entire sock monkey by hand. For those who have never made a sock monkey, it is not an easy task... especially by hand. I remember giving her the monkey I made and I saw her eyes light up. At this point she couldn't talk anymore but for that one moment me and my mamaw were back to normal and were able to smile at each other and know that everything was ok. She would sleep with it and my papaw still has it sitting up at the house. I miss her more then anything and sometimes wonder how I go a single day without calling her and telling her what is going on.I love shoes and have an even more odd obsession with house shoes (slippers). So, my first shoe post are my brand new sock monkey house shoes and I absolutely love them.
This one is for my mamaw.
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