When Foxy Lady got out of the suitcase at dawn, Mole, one of the Lil”Dedes was just packing up all the robes the Dedes had thrown on the floor. “Ah, great” Foxy Lady said “will you take them to the dry clearners?” Mole got a big fright, grabbed what he could and ran while muttering “I will take you to the cleaners, but not the dry ones.”
Today was a holiday for the Dedes, they stayed in their suitcase in the art cupboard. Not their favourite place, but I like to keep them in the dark. I am worried they will fade too quickly when they are exposed to light all the time. At the moment I am revising old material and I am planning a few ebooks with Dede stories. The first one up will be the “Super Dede Competion.” This was definitely one of our highlights on the blog. Does anyone remember it?
L’Artiste is wondering why the garden is teeming with Dedes looking for their Dopplegängers. Loudmouth started the craze, accidentially I might add. Then Monkey went out there. Cash Cow and Push Push the elephant have tried their luck in the garden as well, and who knows who else. I haven’t checked lately but I can tell you it’s like being at a fun fair out there. L’Artiste stayed put in his quiet corner of the studio and shook his head in disbelieve, muttering “why would I bother? I know I am unique!”
Note from the artist behind the scenes: Now I have a confession to make. On Instagram the Dedes tell a totally different story. Similar pictures though. On Instagram Loudmouth met her ‘role model’, rather than her Dopplegänger. And here L’Artiste asks “why would I need a role model? I am the role model!” Different realities, eh. I try to keep everything in sync, but is is worthwhile to check out Instagram, there is also some additional footage. So if you are on it anyway, you might want have a looksie.
Monkey was intrigued by Loudmouth’s experience and being such a ‘me-too’ puppet he wanted to meet his doppelgänger as well. Out he ventured into the garden, though the best place to find a monkey is in the jungle. He searched for the thickest growth. Luckily I was there and could prevent him from taking to it with a machete. You can imagine his disappointment when I told him he was actually sitting between the lettuce and the tomato plants in the vege patch. He scratched his head and then his eyes lit up. “Ah, I know where I have seen my doppelgänger. Follow me!” And with these words he ran into the house, straight into the bathroom and blew kisses at the mirror. “No, this is your reflection,” I lectured him. I could see his frustration. “This must be it then,” he said and pointed to the cup from dededesign zazzle store.”Please do me a favour and look up what dopplegänger actually means!” I said, before he could grab a pen and draw his face on something.
The Dedes agreed on one thing yesterday evening. Devil has to get off the phone. He defended his behaviour by saying it was all research for the Dedes at large. They didn’t believe him and decided on a phone-free Tuesday (every week from now on). Then, one of the other puppets will babysit the phone and Devil has to do chores around the house and garden. Today he has to help Mouse plait the garlic she harvested earlier. He is not a happy chappy. “Hang on,” he said. “Didn’t we all say we should agree on a decision? I haven’t!” “Overruled!” “So much for decision by consent!”
The Dedes lack strategy. They all know it. Devil also complains about them being unprofessional, whatever that means. He is not specific! As a result, one of their New Year’s resolutions was to have regular meetings on Monday morning to discuss the upcoming week. In future they want to make all their decisions by consent. If all agree, it must be right, right? First meeting and Devil shows up with his mobile under his arm, sits down and browses through Instagram (the Christmas period was long enough to get him addicted). Cash Cow got so angry she demanded he hand over his device. Snipedy the clown said “Whatever. At least he has something to do and doesn’t make any detrimental comments.” The discussion went on forever and by lunchtime they still didn’t know what to do this week. Don’t you hate these Monday morning conferences?
Some of the Dedes are such copy cats. They have no original ideas and prefer to stick with what is tried and tested. After Cash Cow told Devil yesterday that he had no chance as fluffy toy, he thought his best bet for Instagram success would be a funny cat picture. Luckily there is a cat amongst the Dedes. So he took his mobile and went to track her down. As usual she was minding her own business in a quiet corner of the studio. It appears poor Devil doesn’t know a thing about the felines… Being a real one, Cat couldn’t be bothered with what Devil had planned at all. Though he tried so hard to convince her, Cat just didn’t move! Then…. all of a sudden Cat streched and Devil thought that was so funny. We love cats!
Yesterday we had a storm forcing Devil to get out of his hammock only to move straight onto the sofa. Out of boredom he decided to check out Instagram more closely. Cash Cow joined him on the sofa with a book. She expected a quiet relaxing afternoon, but she very quickly regretted sitting next to Devil. He interrupted her every couple of seconds and wanted her to look at a picture. First he was really excited. “Look at all these fluffy toys and what they are doing. They are out in the world traveling. I wish the artist would take me too.” He found so many images he liked and then, ah, how he enjoyed images depicting snow. He would so love to be in those places. It is January and it should be cold and white. Then he looked at all the photographers, then at all the painters, then at Lego people doing things and then at fluffy toys again. And the longer he spent on Instagram the more his excitement turned into an anxiety. “Here are all these fluffy toys doing things and they are so cute and cuddly. They have so many followers and people want to know what they are up to. And here I am sitting on our sofa looking on the mobile to see the world. Who the hell knows me? Who gives a toss about me!”
Cash Cow sighed deeply and put her book to the side. “Look Devil…. I am telling you, you are not in competition with fluffy toys! You are not soft and you are not even cute. Maybe a Dede might think you are good looking, but that is it. You were born a No Body like all the other Dedes and while we try hard to dress up as something, we will always be Nobodies!”
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