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.

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