New Friends, New Stories

Sticky Fingers 1

Found these finger puppets in Charleston, South Carolina at the Town Center. They were nestled among the many wooden tables of traders and artists that had their wares on display. They were rather rowdy, and were aggressively looking for a new place to call home. I almost didn’t hear them yelling at me, but really at any on passerby; the market place was loud and bustling, but these fellas were persistent. They stared at me with their yarn eyes and compelled me to purchase them. They haven’t stopped talking since. The most regretful seventy-five cents per puppet I’ve ever spent.