This Sunday, Cas signed us up for a Puppet Making class at the art studio Blim. I’ve been meaning to sign up for a silk-screening class since I’ve wrecked 2 screens on my own. However, their level one class is on Wednesdays and I TRY to go to my Pilates classes when I sign up for them (unless I’m banished to the land of ice and snow midweek), so when Cas mentioned the class, I was stoked. Also, tough to not be excited to spend 4 hours making puppets.

I spent the morning writing notes detailing the puppets I would be making. I filled about 6 pages in my notebook before meeting up with Cas for lunch at Burgoo (possibly, my favourite restaurant in town…I don’t get to the Naam often enough). We were both pretty excited about the class, so image our surprise when our two friends Mike&Bev were in attendance. It was a tiny class (one other friendly fellow), so we didn’t have to share sewing machines and there were plenty of glue guns and materials to go around.

Unfortunately, I had a run of bad luck when several things when wrong in sequence. My notes were useless as the puppets were specifically hand puppets, requiring mouth movement, and I had been planning for finger puppets. I shrugged and went along with it, but found that my initial pattern was too short and needed to redraw it (wasting material). I was starting to get a little bummed when I broke the needle on one of the sewing machines and then was told to make another pattern as I wouldn’t be able to fit my hand in my current puppet design anyways. I chucked out the k-dot puppet idea (which was adapted from my original notes) and decided to go with a bear since k-dot’s outline kinda looks like bear ears anyways. New cut out in hand, I moved to the second machine, whose bobbin had run out of thread. I rethreaded the bobbin only to not be able to replace it in machine. I gave up trying to sew and asked the instructor if he would sew my pattern and as he was finishing up the final stretch, he broke the needle on his machine. Naturally, the class thought I was pretty funny when I decided that my puppet’s name was bitchy bear, and gave me some good natured ribbing until I came out of my funk.

From that point on, it was pretty fun. It became obvious by the time the eyes were glued on that my puppet was not bitchy bear, but SUSHI BEAR, the failed french chef who loves seaweed (especially since I can only do a french accent). I’m really happy with how he turned out and applaud Blim & Justin (who ran the class) for an awesome fun time. The best part of the evening was walking down Main Street with a puppet in my arms. At first, I was pretty impressed since no one seemed to be looking at us. It was getting dark, so I assumed that no one could actually see us in the dark, but when we stepped into a Starbucks and I held the door for Cas & Strawberry, I noticed people giving us a double take behind our backs. 😀

Cas and I are now signed up for the kid’s silk screening class which is both more up my alley and on a Saturday!! Stay tuned.

2 thoughts on “Sushi-Bear”

  1. I wouldn’t call this turn of events bad luck. This was the universe saying: go with your instincts, so stop attempting to plan, and just let the puppet that wants to live, live.

    I wish I had gone to this, especially since Mike and Bev were there. I miss all my art classes from when I was growing up.

  2. I so very much agree. The planners of the world, however, rarely appreciate it until it’s done. If more such fruits as Sushi Bear were born of loosing the reins, I would seriously consider doing it more often.

    Justin mentioned he does one a quarter, so try signing up for the facebook or email list at Otherwise, you’re welcome to join us with the other 9 year olds on the 21st.

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