No need to remind me about how we ALL feel about puppets. Unnerving, sneaky, and hell-bent on the kind of revenge that only clowns and mimes currently enjoy.
Today however, I’d like to introduce you to the only felt man who has ever been welcome in our home.
This is Vincent. He came to life one day as we sat here constructing him with our own hands for a school presentation on “a famous artist” .
Lately he’s been sitting next to me whispering advice, telling me home truths about the Joaquin Phoenix pseudo documentary and the whereabouts of a questionably alive Andy Kaufman.
So while the “keep puppets under lock and key” rule still holds steady in most cases, my resolve with regards to this little guy is starting to wane.