Questionable Projects

A 9-inch plushie takes on American life

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  • Beached

    After a week of not doing much more than taking long walks and perusing cookbooks with Munch Munch, my weekend was off-the-charts exciting. I visited two new bakeries, walked on a sandy beach, and went inside a women’s restroom at a park. Those are just the highlights. On Friday night the girl came home from Read more

  • Delighted

    Yesterday the girl said it was time to expand my wardrobe, so we pretended her home office was an atelier and got out the fabrics and ribbons and extras that we purchased at Hobby Lobby. I chose the green fleece, and she got to work cutting and pinning and stitching. It started as a vest, Read more

  • Dazzled

    It’s Tulip Time in Pella, and the girl said this was a sight I needed to behold. So yesterday we drove there and experienced the festival. We parked near the downtown and didn’t walk very far before we saw this canal that had some coins at the bottom. The girl explained that people throw coins Read more

  • Amused

    For three days this week I’ve been left home alone while the girl went to work. I thought she might take me along one day, but she said she has a coworker who might put me up on the ceiling fan while she isn’t looking, so I haven’t gone along yet. Amusing myself at home Read more

  • Doubled

    This morning there was a wonderful breeze coming in from the window when the girl got out of bed, and I thought, there’s no way I want to leave this place right now. She wasn’t sure about leaving me home alone while she went to work, but I assured her that if I could survive Read more

  • Named

    After two days of being called Fluffy and Furry and things like that, the girl decided that my real name should be Jones. She calls me Jonesy, which she said shows endearment, and I rather like it. To celebrate, the girl’s friend came over and the three of us went out for a day of Read more

  • Outfitted

    My second day of sunshine. The girl said today’s mission was to find me something to wear, so she took me to Hobby Lobby so we could pick out materials. It seems clothes for me don’t come off the rack, so she was going to design and make me something herself. Right away we found Read more

  • Chosen

    My story began before this moment, of course. I was manufactured in China and quickly stuffed into this box. Within minutes I was stacked into another box, face-to-box, and sealed in. We traveled in semi trucks and cargo containers, spending long periods motionless until there was noise and action and then silence again. Months passed. Read more