Meet Chibita, the kitty with prosthetic sock paws. Read about this courageous cat HERE.
Where have we been? You may have noticed the lack of posts for the past few weeks. Now, we could claim to be off in search of all of the lost socks. But frankly, that’s too big of an adventure, even for us.
Instead, we’ve been enjoying the comfort of an air conditioned studio this summer. We’re still early in the production process and are starting with screen tests. But so far, we’re very excited to see the series come together. Hope you are too.
Stay tuned for further updates of Footnotes: A Sockumentary.
From The Telegraph:
There is a special kind of passion that drives collectors of Elvis memorabilia; men and women prepared to spend tens of thousands of dollars to own an otherwise ordinary object that was once touched by the King of Rock and Roll.
On Thursday night, several dozen of them gathered in a studio theatre for the biggest-ever auction held on Elvis’s own Graceland estate in Memphis, Tennessee.…
Glenn Johnson, a rangy Texan, paid $7,500 for some luggage which included a toiletry case containing a cuticle tool, a comb, and a nail file. He also got a pair of gold-toed socks.
Do you feel strange paying money for Elvis socks, I asked.
“I used to,” he said. “But not anymore.” [MORE]
Originally posted on beloved's slave journal:
Clink, clink, clink, clink.
Panties, bras, socks, whites,
hot water, bleach, detergent.
Insert coins, start washer,
Fluorescent lights yellow
the walls despite the sun shining
brightly outside. Spanish spills
rapidly from the overhead TV.
Orange plastic seats, three year old
magazines, ‘she married him?! no way’.
Feet shuffle, carts roll, with the occasional
squeak. Voices are hushed by large
front loading machines,
wash cycle complete.
Empty lint, add fabric sheets,
unload cart. Wet clothes are so heavy – insert coins,
clink, clink, clink, clink.
Warm air filled with bleach and stale
cigarettes. The attendant giggles
at the mother trying to discipline her child.
We make eye contact. She smiles. I’m a regular.
Dry, dry, dry, damp.
Add more coins,
clink, clink, clink.