Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Adventures in Paper Dolls

My maker has been working on this project a LONG time and I must say I was just ITCHING to get my hands on it. I got to watch her as she drew the master pattern, and then she had several copies made to hand out to her friends. But I finally got MY chance to play with the finished project. What is it, you ask, that has me all a-flutter? Like a butterfly eating butter? My maker made Caruthers and Abbot, the Paper Dolls! Oh what fun to have a paper doll of each Abbot and me! I colored and colored the dolls on the paper, and got to color their clothes! What fun the clothes are! I have overalls, a dress, a snowsuit, hats, purses, flowers, and even underwear! Polka dots, ruffles, buttons and snaps! Abbot has the same types of outfits, of course. I don't say, "Oh BOY," very often, but this occasion called for it. Oh BOY!
Cutting was difficult for Abbot and me because we can't handle the scissors very well. But we found that by collaborating, his two hands and mine, we had enough appendages to make the scissors work. It was a laborious process, and took several days. I believe the weather may have even changed from winter to spring as we cut and assembled our fancy outfits.
Of course, none of my adventures are complete unless Abbot does something irrational. However, he would say that irrationality is a relative thing, but I still tend to think that him trying to fit the clothing to his actual live body was a little far fetched. There were some tears in the paper, and some tears from his eyes involved, but my maker knows that a good cookie will fix just about any sour mood.
Abbot liked his springtime outfit the best. He said he likes the purse and shoes because it reminds him of the purse and shoes he received for his birthday a couple months ago. The flowers, he said, are necessary fluff. Only Abbot would say something like that.
My favorite outfit was the snowsuit, even though winter has packed its bags and gone back to Canada, where my maker hopes it will stay until she's 105 years old. I barely got to wear my boots this year because of the mild winter weather, so these shiny black boots make my tummy feel warm.
With our outfits now colored and cut out I know Abbot and I will spend a many spring day playing with our very own paper dolls. The adventures I see ahead....oh my....like a sailor on the sea. Like a pilot going to far away lands. Like a child in the dirt. Like a princess in a fairy story. Like a couple of monsters and their maker.
Until next time.

Sunday, January 22, 2012

Abbot and Pickles

It was a quiet and snow-covered day as Abbot celebrated his second made-day. I like that we are both two years old, the same age again. However, Abbot refuses to recognize numbers when he counts, so when I say we are 2, he says we are green. Or red, or yellow, or blue. Whichever color he is feeling happiest about in the moment. I find his way of counting unusual. But then again, I find many things about him unusual. That's why I like him so much, I must confess.
In honor of this occassion, our maker, who not only made US, made cookies for Abbot's made-day. Abbot and I sad to say, as in the incident of my birthday cake, are now banned from the kitchen any time there is dough involved. I am hoping one day out maker lets us back into the kitchen when dough is involved, as I so much like eating dough and batter, almost as much as I like what comes forth from the oven. Our maker did allow Abbot to be NEAR the cookies as they cooled, which is a good sign.
Abbot actually was allowed to scoop a few cookies from the hot baking sheet, which he did with aplomb....right before his energy caused him to flip a cookie halfway across the room, right into the pocket of our maker's son's coat. Abbot gargled a little, then winked at me. I think it was all a plan.
Abbot posed by his made-day stack of chocolate chip cookies, his OWN stack that no one was allowed to touch. I wasn't sure if he would share his stack, so I made sure I remembered the coat pocket cookie, and hoped he would forget about it. Of course, as the day progressed, that did not happen. He guarded that cookie like a dog guards a bone. Or an elephant guards a peanut.
Our maker bought Abbot a few gifts that she was sure he'd love. One was a cactus. And even though warned about the prickles, Abbot put his arm around his new friend. I asked Abbot what he would name his new friend, and wondered if Abbot would take the pet cactus everywhere he went, as he does with his pet cockroach Stanley 2. Abbot looked quizzical, pondering having to give a name to another friend. "Pickles," he said. "PRickles, you mean, right?"I asked. "No," he said, "Pickles.....my second favorite food. And Stanley is a 'second' too, so that makes sense." Then he asked me, "Why would anyone name a cactus 'PRickles'? Isn't that kind of a mean name?" "Only to you," I said to Abbot.
So, Abbot had to "pet" Pickles.....carefully. He didn't seem to mind the prickles, however.
"I want to take him for a walk!" Abbot exclaimed. Our maker got a pretty ribbon and tied one around Pickles and one around Abbot's arm, but it became apparent that Pickles did not care for the stairs so he was air-lifted by our maker down the stairs.
Abbot also received a pair of fancy shoes and a sparkly black purse, both of which he did not have to name, thank goodness. He said he has big plans for the sparkly purse, but the shoes were not really his style, and a tad uncomfortable for his straight feet. Not wanting to be a slave to fashion, he said our maker could wear them whenever she wanted.
Happy made-day to the most unusual, funny, silly, nonsensical monster I have ever known.
Until next time.