Maybe this is more of a disconnect from the boring business of acting like an adult, but today I am going to make paper dolls. Because they are connected to each other and also ridiculously cute. I’m sure I read somewhere that it’s a good idea to connect with ones inner child every so often so we’ll just call this artistic therapy and leave it at that.
This is a long strip of card stock paper in shocking pink. I leave the choice of paper quality and color up to your personal preference. Nothing is written in stone here. Fold it in half width-wise three times, and then using the fold lines as guides, fold it back and forth accordion style until your fingers hurt and it looks like this.
Then fold it up flat again with the four folded edges where you’ll do your cutting. If you’re very adventurous you can just cut it free hand and see what happens, or you can draw something like this as a guide.
Find some big sharp heavy-duty scissors and cut this out. It’s all coming back to you, right? Now we all remember why we never used heavy card stock paper with those blunt and awkward little-kid scissors.
Taa Daa! A normal person might stop now, after admiring this for a sufficient ego-stroking amount of time, but the child in me can’t seem to leave well enough alone.
There, now we’re done, because we’ve added awesome hair (some of it appears to be facial), big smiles, cute dresses and colorful mary-janes.
Come on, wasn’t this a lot more fun than a post about connecting to some dumb social network like Facebook or Twitter? Never mind that it will be connected to both of these when I hit the publish button. That’s completely beside the point.
Did you make these, or some variation of them when you were little? What have you done today that’s completely silly but insanely fun?
Cin’s Feb Challenge Day 24 – Connect
On this blustery day in April we woke up to discover a completely blank space on the calendar next to the number ten. The house was freezing cold, the wind was blowing and a wet snow was coming down so it was nice to know we didn’t have to venture out into that nonsense.
Around nine in the morning we noticed a new orange cat huddled on a plant shelf next to the hot tub. He seemed happy enough and out of the wind and in no hurry to go anywhere. Like home, wherever that might be. He has been there now for over twelve hours, sleeping, grooming himself, staring off into space and doing whatever else it is cats do when they decide to drive you nuts by appearing to be doing nothing at all. Perhaps he thinks he’s found an orange cat refuge and is going to wait us out to see if we’ll break down and feed him. I expect he’ll be gone in the morning. He has too much white on his chest to truly belong, although that would be a big plus for me to be able to recognize at least one of these beasts on sight.
So what do you do on a cold spring day?
You round up a couple of weathered lawn ornaments and get out your paints. The deer required only a new coat and some sprucing up, but the reclining gnome was obviously more of a challenge. He came this close to being tossed in the trash. Good thing the weather stayed rotten. We also painted a box and some little bird houses but these two took up the bulk of our afternoon.
No real change in the deer except for looking a bit more alert, but the gnome is unrecognizable as his former self.
He’s almost cute! As far as garden gnomes go. Now he can peek out from underneath the bushes and not scare people to death. Or maybe that’s hoping for too much.
Of course the rest of the day was quite anticlimactic after the gnome painting concluded. We ate dinner and watched a movie and checked on the strange cat AGAIN. Even tried to frighten it away but it just stares and stretches and turns the other way on the shelf and resumes it’s marathon nap.
I’m not sure how tomorrow could possibly be more exciting than today. There are a number of things jotted down on the calendar for the 11th and not one of them involves dealing with flower bed decorations of any sort. And so far, no mention of finding a new home for a wandering cat either. Once he sees the gnome he’ll no doubt head off on his own.