Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Monsieur Giovanni "le Carotte"

carotte - top

So, true to my last post, I set about trying to design my own monkey. I wanted it to be equally 2-d, but wanted it to be different enough from the Cute Book monkey to feel more like "my own". Voila, experimental monkey #1, or as I shall more politely refer to him, Monsieur "le Carotte." The name, by the way, came from my boyfriend remarking (after I stuffed Giovanni head-first into his face while he was trying to sleep) that this one "looks like a carrot."

I'll admit, the skinny skinny arms and legs were, ahem, unintentional (hello seam allowance, Ms. floresita) but he is growing on me. He has a cute little belly, sits really well (standing is another matter) and his little arms are charmingly moveable. He is a bit more sock-monkeyish looking than I intended, and well, he does look like a carrot.

Monsieur le Carotte in repose

No matter. Allow me to share with you the history of my newest friend, Giovanni "le Carotte":

Giovanni's beginnings were as humble as his life was to be auspicious: born to loving, Italian-speaking parents in the Paris Zoo in the mid-1800's, he was often lulled to sleep by the sound of arias sung (quite eloquently) by his mother, Giuseppa. But it was as a young tot that the adventure of his life would truly begin, when after wandering too close to the cage bars he was unceremoniously plucked out of his home by an impish 2 year old in a pram. After esconcing him amidst her menagerie of stuffed toys, Giovanni found himself being wheeled out to freedom.

Once clear of the zoo's entrance gates he grabbed the tot's nose (which looked awfully fruit-like), the tot let loose an unholy squeal and the startled nanny jolted the pram sending little Giovanni flying. Scrambling into a nearby gutter, Giovanni quickly found himself to be the youngest member of Paris' underground monkey crime syndicate. Moving only at dusk and dawn, Paris zoo expatriates snatched foods and legumes from the local markets. Giovanni quickly earned the name "le Carotte" both for his fondness for the crunchy vegetable and his undeniable resemblance to the food.

Giovanni's spindly arms and legs made him especially agile when maneuvering door handles and window latches, and it was this fateful talent which landed him in the temporary apartments of his future lifelong companion, Edna N. Lemmering, a New England abolitionist. She just happened to be humming her favorite Verdi opera when a wide-eyed Giovanni stumbled out of her kitchen with an armful of carrots and an expression of sadness that only a monkey can muster. It was this friendship that would restore Giovanni to the company of his dear mother, and the trio made the journey to the States together early one Spring. For years afterward, it was whispered that at a certain New England opera house it was not uncommon to see monkeys. So Giovanni "le Carotte", once a hardened Paris vegetable thief, found himself finally in the company of a family he loved, and who loved him, carotte-top and all. The End.



Rebekah said...

Dear god that is the most wonderful story I have heard. Makes me want to make a monkey of my own and create his or her life story.

You should write a story for each monkey you sell.

Stitchado said...

what a wonderful story. you have a great imagination flor!

oh and Giovani is very handsome, i like his long skinny arms and legs, he looks kinda geeky :)

rose said...

I love the story as much as the monkey, have you ever gone the other way and made a little fatty of a monkey? the "chunkey monkey"?

Monica said...

I Love the monkeys that you've done before. But this one, being your very own design is just terrific, what a greatmonkey,and what a great story he has!!Handsome Giovani!!

jess said...

These monkeys are wonderful, I love how you've gone so "bananas" over them!


He's adorable...

Veronica TM said...

that is the most beautiful story, flor! i love monsieur le carotte even more than when i first saw his photo.