Monday, January 10, 2011

Portrait of a young artist


When I went home for Christmas, my mother dug up a little treasure to remind me that I've always been a wee bit crafty. Or, at least, had ambitions about being crafty. Or was simply a deranged child.

Witness: The puppet I "made" one day when I was in kindergarten. You'll note that in this case, "made" means attached-yarn-to-a-sock-with-lots-and-lots-and-lots-of-tape.



Keep in mind, this wasn't a class project. This was me. One day on a weekend. (Apparently sock puppets are what happens when you're an only child in rural Maryland. Except not the kind that lend themselves to puppetting because you forget to create a face that allows for the hand to bend. My puppet could only look shocked and move her head left to right.)


I think the lace trim at the bottom of the sock shows a certain finesse well beyond my years.

I would like to note, however, that the fact that almost 25 years later, the yarn and tape are still firmly attached. Solid craftsmanship, eh?

4 comments:

The Modern Gal said...

Niiiiice

Noodles said...

I know. I should auction this shit off. :) I might be able to buy a copy of the weekday Sun-Times. (Still, btw, 50 cents.)

Erin said...

This made me laugh lots and lots...

Noodles said...

It also appears that my puppet has a rather large zit. Perhaps I was trying to express teenage angst?