Waterlulu

The waters of Sanity Creek wouldn’t be safe for swimming without Waterlulu’s supervision.  Why, just last spring, she helped eleven fledgling swimmers avoid peril when they got caught at Watercress Rapids, where, as you know, in 1921, an inexperienced unfortunate met his demise.  Though this was long before she was born, Waterlulu is haunted by dreams of that day, and in her dreams, the dreams which she does remember, she saves the little waif with her long and judicious reach.  When she is not on duty, you will find her training monkey lifeguards, or if it is near lunchtime, munching on toast and marilee sauce at the creek’s edge.

 

Inside Out Collection, Number 6.

Mavis

Mavis enjoys making trouble.  She speaks loudly in the library, despite being shushed.  And then there was the controversy over her footwear, which she denies was deliberate, but behold the facts:  While most of the monkeys of Sanity Creek enjoy their free, barefoot ramblings, Mavis showed up at the pebble painting party wearing combat boots.  Who knows where she found them.  She never said.  No laces, just the boots, flaring out at the top like odd tulips, repeatedly sliding off her feet, so she had to pull them up with each step.  It was weeks before anyone talked about much else.  But despite her prickly exterior, it is widely assumed that Mavis is the one who knits all the silky newborn monkey blankets, leaving them on doorsteps to be discovered with the morning dew.

 

Inside Out Collection, Number 5.

Martina

Martina is euphemistically referred to as the Night Gardener.  Because of her condition, she must be careful in sunlight.  So in addition to night-blooming Jasmine, she has discovered more than seventy new types of flower, including the rare Jamjam poppy.  Her plants thrive after the sun sets.  And there is always magic and mystery between each shadowed petal of her garden.  She likes the quiet, mostly.

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Inside Out Collection, Number 4.

Stumpy Henrietta

Stumpy Henrietta is a monkey of mystery and merry-mischief.  She is never sitting still, always thinking or creating, often both simultaneously.  Part mechanic, part performance artist, always vixenly.  Before Grigsby executed his seventeenth annual paper airplane exercises, she secretly replaced the smooth, white stones that line the landing strip with empty eggshells.  This meant an unusually soft but crackly landing.  (After the festivities, Henny replaced the stones, never wanting to disrupt the general safety of Sanity Creek.)  Her home is a wonder, full of clementine crate lamps and intricate tea leaf tapestries.  We hear that her next project will involve metal shavings and feathers.

 

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Inside Out Collection, Number 3.

Paperbite


Wee Paperbite doesn’t just enjoy books, or devour them, she eats them! Fromspine to flaps, no fiber is safe. Although the Velvet Historian has banned her from his library, the green pearls spangling her limbs give her away–she has fasioned a secret doorway into Song‘s workshop, where he keeps an impressive collection of jewelry trade magazines, and snacks as she pleases.


However, she has recently discovered that these tasty pages contain WORDS, so she has modified her diet to focus on watercress and Citron-Cecile‘s pastry.

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Sanity Creek Sock Monkeys
Unnumbered Private Collection

Jonah



Jonah exudes calm like the slow trickly spring melt of Sanity Creek. If his cousin Ignatius is frenetic energy and high humor, Jonah is peace and ancient wisdom. Ignatius used to call him “Shanti” because of his attitude. He brings this serenity with him everywhere, and it affects everyone around him. Mama monkeys send their anxious littles to sit by him at the banks of the creek. His mellowing influence has effortlessly resolved many conflicts at school and beyond. He has simple tastes and needs. We could all learn a lot from Jonah.

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Sanity Creek Sock Monkey
Number 30

Iliana


Iliana is always thinking. Sometimes she is dreaming of new methods, new ways to see the world: not straight on, not upside down or backwards, but into and through a set of reflections. Like nesting dolls. Sometimes she is the doll, and sometimes she is the nest. She has trouble explaining her peculiar lens to other monkeys, but she knows that her work is important, and that she is headed toward a deeper manner of illumination. Something new, in a world where too many people believe there is nothing new in the universe. Her plan is to prove them wrong.

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Sanity Creek Sock Monkey
Number 27
The Inside Out Collection
Number 1

Monkey’s Eve Blog photo winner!

The monkeys have spoken. After serious deliberation, the inhabitants of Sanity Creek have chosen their favorite photo(s) of all those sent in this year. Those of you in the know, know that, per the Sanity Creek calendar, as captured and maintained by Van Owen:

“Every year, on Monkey’s Eve (October 11) the current Sanity Creek Sock Monkeys will choose a favorite of these photos, and the winner will receive a very special monkey.”

This year’s winner is Shekina, who is taking loving care of her own original Sanity Creek Monkey (“Monkey”) as well as our beloved Miss Minerva.

Here are some of the photos Shekina’s family took and sent us. We couldn’t resist; we had to post several.

Congratulations, Shekina!