
In addition to the paper dolls, I have had a slew of other projects to work on, not to mention running the girls everywhere under the sun.
Here are 3 of the 15-or-so Teacher Appreciation Week gifts my kids are giving their teachers.

Here are all 7 of my dolls from the past week. I have only shirked the blogging part of this, not the paper doll part. I have had very little time for are because I have spent every spare minute getting ready for our annual district-wide elementary art show. Yup, no time for art because of art. Huh? Court had a big week, winning the 400 meters in her first track meet and scoring a BEYOOTIFUL goal off a wicked spin move in her first Coed travel soccer match. Whit has had a good sports week, too. They are also both playing aau this weekend. ick - i hate aau basketball - it brings out the worst in people.


No, the clown isn't mad; I am. Boiling mad over, of course, something I can't control. I do not think of myself as being a generally angry person. The things that make me mad are like people in "power" rationalizing stupid decisions to get their own way, other opinions that should have value being marginalized and regular people fronting like they are special and expecting the universe the universe to walk high, wide and handsome around them, and when people give in to the self appointed "special" people. I never park in the fire lane to run in Wal Mart. I put my cart in the cart retrun. I do not cheat in the express line. I count my stuff BEFORE I get in line. Why? I am REGULAR - not special. There is nothing I need inWalmart SO badly that I would block the fire lane. This is the bit about Barney wrecking our country. Remember that song he sang - "special, special, everybody's special" That's a lie - most of us are regular. If everybody was special, special would be the new regular.
Here's to the regular, plain and ordinary. Thank God for ordinary.

This is a catch-up day of sorts. I haven't missed a day of making apaper doll yet, but I haven't posted anything new since Tuesday. The posting thing is hard for me. Sometimes I hate doing it late at night, when I should go to bed so I won't be so draggy in the mornings and sometimes I just feel like it's a waste of time because I don't really have anything smart or funny to write and I hate to post because I am a terrible typist. I took typing - yes it was called typing - not keyboarding - when I was in high school - when I was a junior, I think. The teacher was called Mr. Bultman. Lester Bultman. He was about 60, I suppose, and wore a bolo tie and had a big gray pompadour hair do. I had too many pals inthe class and I didn't pay attention very well and I just COULD NOT make my fingers do all that stuff from the "home row", so I am doomed to be a hunt and peck typist forever looking at my fingers.
My biscuit is still burnt over Santino losing Project Runway, but I have since read that if you take the prize $$, Project Runway retains the rights and gets the $$ from a percentage of YOUR NAME! Jay McCarroll turned down the prize to stay independent. And I know Santino isn't for sale, so it's probably good that he didn't win.
I think Barney, the purple dinosaur, ruined our country. That, my friend, is a tease. More on this fascinating theory later.
peace, love and paper,
Debbi

This is the fifth Santino paper doll I have made since the finale. Am I obsessed? "Obsession" is such an ugly word ( and such a stinky perfume) that I tend to shy away from it. I would rather think of myself as "intensely interested". I mean, I dig the guy's work and I think he shudda won. It's like when my team gets beat and it's clearly due to poor officiating.
Daniel V. - Those purses were hideous. You did not need to worry about Santino stealing your design. You wish. In your dreams. You would have been lucky if Santino had thrown them under the bus.
Everybody knows santino


This doll's clothes are made from a thank you card I got today from Rhonda Hackler, the principal of Fayetteville Elementary School. Fayetteville is a lovely, small, homey feeling school with some of the greatest kids ever.
PRW is on and tonight we will find out who the final 3 are. I cannot envision a universe in which my boy Santino is not in the top 3. I took a quiz the other day to see which designer I am most like - Santino. Nobody likes Santino. Everybody likes Daniel V.


If you don't know diddly squat about computers and scanners and stuff, this blogging business can drive you crazy. I scanned this doll in and then I COULD NOT find it in the computer!
Le Santino is safe again - but only by the skin of his teeth! I really liked Kara's design tonight. Santino looked fab! With Nick gone, that only leaves me 2 of my original top 3 picks - Chloe and Santino. Now I 'm not sure about Santino. I'm sure about Chloe at this point. She has been consistent all the way thru!
I had a minimally awful experience today that makes me wonder how some kids emotionally survive their childhood. Nothing my kids do - or don't do - is more important than THEY are and I wouldn't want them to ever think otherwise. I hate the way some parents behave if their kids don't "perform". They are people, not trained monkeys.
peace, love and paper,
Debbi

Anthropologie Doll - cut outs from a catalog my art pal Teena in New Mexico sent me. Her family has the most beautiful art and music camp and I have taught there during art week the last two years. If you have kids and you live in NM, send them to Hummingbird!
Wow, thinking about Jemez Springs in July really makes this 20 degree night seem unbearable!