Sisterhood Of The Traveling ‘Stache
A few days ago I followed up an enthusiastic Valentine-y purchase of felt-created poo with one from the same awesome Etsy shop, but this time, rather than a pile of heart-stamped dung I went with the felt finger-puppet mustache. I was so! excited about it, but only bought one,* because at the time there was only one in stock, and after staring at it lovingly for a few hours I still couldn’t decide who I wanted to send it to, so many of you came to mind, so many people out there who I knew would share my enthusiasm for a felt! mustache! that is also a finger puppet!
The mind reels with the exorbitant amounts of sheer possibility! I mean, really. Are there many things better in this sometimes not so funny world than beautifully crafted felt piles of poo and finger-puppet mustaches?
(The answer I’m looking for is: “Probably not, unless we are talking about endless mountains of cute shoes in Kerri’s size.” And, if you know the way to those Size 11 mountains, please, send me a map! PLEASE.)
So, rather than hoard all the felt mustache goodness to myself, I thought it would be awesome to start an online game of sorts, wherein after I take a picture (or seven) with it, I mail the felt mustache to one person, and they take a picture (or seven) with it and post said picture either on their site, or on their Flickr stream, or both, and then send it along to another online friend of their choosing. Thus begins: The Sisterhood Of The Traveling ‘Stache.
Not that I am attempting in any way to suggest with that “sisterhood” part that you gentlemen in the audience can’t participate, too. I just (like random movie references, yes, and, also) know you are often sorely outnumbered here at kerrianne.org. All the more reason to get in on the ’stache action. Because why take a picture of one you can grow yourself (although, please do! if you are so inclined, because that would be amazing) when you can take a picture with one made of FELT?
Exactly.
So, who’s in?
How about one rule: If at any point you receive the ’stache and don’t feel so inclined to photograph yourself with it, rather than allowing the Sisterhood Of The Traveling ‘Stache to die a horribly lonely mustache death, you can send it back to me, and I’ll forward it on to someone who wants to play. Deal?
OK, then.
Let the felt hair games begin!
(No felt mustaches were touched to any pug faces in the making of this preceding photograph, no matter how cute said faces.)
*Updated to add: I just bought two more, so that more people can play at once. Game so ON.
Ooooo… I want to play!
Hysterical; I’m in!!
Awesome. I’d love to play but I’m anon. How bout a ’stached cartoon?
Love the expression on his face, by the way.
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Of course! Your cartoons are the greatest. And a ’stached cartoon? YES, please.
Oh my god, I’m SO in! And, you already have my address, so … ! What shall I do with the ’stache? Hmm.
Dude, have you seen the name of my blog? Of COURSE I want to play.
P.S.
For one who loathes and despises ALL THINGS “Excrement” I am ridiculously fond of the pile of “poo poo” that you sent to Kerflop.
Hilarious.
AWESOME. Sign me up.
that’s really creative stuff !
omg. this is hilarious. i have to pee my pants :)
So funny and awesome! I’m totally in. :)
COUNT ME IN! that’s awesome! well, that is, if the mustache can travel overseas? does he have a passport?
PS: i still owe you that email but i’m so busy at work and …. blahblah. i owe you an email and i’m sorry… *smooches*
ME ME ME ME ME
HAI. I’ll be there a week from Friday (OMG WTF LOL), and I want in.
Me! I want to play! :{D Me! I want to play! :{D <—- See?! Even my smilies have mustaches because I’m that excited!
I neeeeeeed one of those!!
It reminds me of a little one-girl play I used to do, I think I saw it on Electric Company. You use your finger as a mustache to portray the evil landlord, or as a bow in the damsel’s hair, OR at the base of your neck to play the hero. The script went like this:
“You must pay the rent!”
“I can’t pay the rent!”
“You must pay the rent!”
“I can’t pay the rent!”
“I’LL PAY THE RENT!”
“My hero!”
“Curses! Foiled again!”
WOW. Where did I pull that out of? I’ve probably scared you away for good now.
I’m in! Haha!
So I saw that mustache on etsy the other night and e-mailed my bff Ashley and said, “WE TOTALLY NEED THIS!” When reporters come to talk to me at work, I always pull a big hank of my hair across my face so they will have to talk to their girl editor while she twirls a mustache. Should I be ashamed for just writing about that? Well, I guess that being said, I should play.
How can I pass this up? I’m SO GAME! What do I do now?
I’m in. Stache, just wait till you get a load of Tucson.
I am no lover of regular mustaches, but I do love the felt ones. And I think actually having a mustache (even temporarily) to play with will help me overcome my fear of them.
I’m in!
Hee hee. Funny idea. But I don’t look good in ’staches.
Oooh, I love a good ’stache. Reminds me of that time I made out with Magnum P.I.
Or…it could have just been a guy wearing a hawaiian shirt and short shorts. And also, I was drunk.
Me, too. Please.
Oh! I am SO in.
I NEED to be involved in this. Really. Because its a felt mustache. AND ITS A FINGER PUPPET.
tagging you. sorry!
omygosh, that is hilarious!
oh oh meeee too
I AM SO IN!
Also.
WHEN ARE YOU COMING TO VISIT??
xo
Hiya, just discovered your blog and am enjoying reading through it! What prompted me to comment, though, is that I am a fellow size 11. Where are all the nice shoes in our size? I’m in Brussels, and if in the US shoe shopping was tough, here it’s downright impossible…
If the moustache would like to travel to Brussels, a willing upper lip can be found here.