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Photos by Linda Gritz. The annual festival in Union Square, Somerville, Massachusetts honoring the invention of Marshmallow Fluff.
The micro fluff is the newest (and smallest!) member of the Pocket Fluff family!
This little one is about 1 inch tall and 1.5 inches wide.
He's made of an orange faux fur.
His face was hand painted by me using artist quality acrylics and sealed with a matte varnish.
Pocket Fluffs are able to stand on their own. :)
The Pocket Fluff Monsters are made from my original design.
****Please Note:
The micro pocket fluffs are VERY small. I only recommend this size for adult collectors.****
September 2013
Um. This was on the McDonald's Happy Meal box. It had to do with the product tie-in to Build-A-Bear Workshops.
Marketing! You're McFired!
I have never received fluffing instructions before, but this is what happens when you buy a pillow on Amazon. The pillow arrives compressed with a page of fluffing instructions. The sheet titled Fluffing Instructions tickled my finny bone. Perhaps we are expected to make another online order (for tennis balls) but we opted to do it the old fashioned way: just punch it up manually.
If the person you are talking to doesn't appear to be listening, be patient. It may simply be that he has a small piece of fluff in his ear.
~ Winnie the Pooh
Handmade "San Francisco" "burning man costumes" "Paula Fletcher" "one of a kind" DumbClothing "faux fur
Another of the Kranz household. Fluff is a long haired tabby (hence her name) who was adopted from being a stray.
tequedasacenar.com/fluffernutter/
Marshmallow Fluff + peanut butter= Fluffernutter
Mantquilla de cacahuete y crema de marshmallow (nube): Fluffernutter
I found this old burnt, rusted can out in the desert. As I reached down and picked it up for a closer look, I noticed out of the corner of my eye, movement off to the left of the can and did what any calm, cool, collective person would do ... I chucked it, screamed in a high pitched voice, SPIDER and ran in the opposite direction. As I stood out in the hot desert sun, I came to the conclusion that no spider could have withstood the light speed force of which I chucked it and therefore had to have fallen off.
I slowly made my way back to the can, carefully looking on the ground for the big vicious creature that had once occupied the object I desired. Once again, I came upon the can. Confident it was gone, I picked up the old tin object and began examining it once more when movement caught my again. Like an outfielder throwing to Home Plate I chucked the can across the desert floor, screamed SPIDER and ran in the opposite direction.
Noticing the commotion, a man came over to find out what was happening. I explained I wanted the can but a giant man eating spider would not give it up. He walked over to the can laying in the sand and picked it up, I heard the words, Is This Piece Of Fluff and Twig What Your Afraid Of? He held is hand out holding the can for me to examine. Feeling stupid, I walked over to see. Sure enough, a piece of fluff and twig were what I was seeing. I reached out to take my can back when I noticed a small movement on the sleeve of the mans shirt. Of course I did what any calm, cool, collective person would do, I picked him up, chucked him, screamed in a high pitched voice, SPIDER and ran in the opposite direction
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Our Daily Challenge: Rust
I've got a lovely bunch of Pocket Fluffs.
Here they are all standing in a row...
It's looking very spring in the Scribble Doll house today!