Shawn got sold! And there are more craft fairs to come, so I have to become an Owl Factory over the next few weeks, I guess.
But before I get down to the owlin'...
It probably won't come as a surprise when I say that I was a weird kid. (Was?) One of my many quirks was my strange obsession with this papier-mache book, which I would pore over all the time and wax poetic to my mom about wouldn't it be cool to make one of these SNAKES? or a CAT? And yet somehow, I just...never actually did any papier-mache. (I wasn't very craftily-inclined as a kid, so that's not too surprising.)
I unearthed the book a little while ago and decided it was high time to fulfill my childhood dream. A few weeks ago, I made this silly spider (one of the first projects in the book!) to be part of my Halloween decor.
And oh my gosh, I was in love. Just the process of sitting on my kitchen floor at like, 8:30 in the morning (don't ask) and smooooothing flour-pasty newspaper strips over a stuffed-and-shaped plastic bag was so meditative and relaxing and then it actually dried (...I wasn't sure. It's really humid here and sometimes that ruins projects.) and painted up like a dream, despite its overall amateur lumpiness. I knew I wanted to make more.
So this weekend, it was cat time. I've always been a Cat Person, so I was pretty stupid-excited about this. I sat down with my exceedingly gorgeous model:
And got to stuffing-and-taping to try and get a nice sleeping-cat shape. (This particular sculpture---I feel weird calling something this haphazard a "sculpture"--- is going to be a sleepy-zen cat for my mom, as her hobbit-gift for my birthday. She's big on the "giving other people stuff on your birthday" thing, much like Mr. Bilbo Baggins.)