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.