The girl is putting together a paper and a diorama for her poetry class. She and I had a lot of fun making a rice-stuffed doll. She did the rest entirely herself (although as a surprise, I'm going to make a shield for her fallen knight tonight.) We may have reached new lows, or highs, depending, of family weirdness as we both really like the doll. Even though it has no legs. And looks wounded. And is creepy.
She has ravens, a nest, and everything. We used corn silk for the hair, and painted two buttons with blue nail polish (doesn't everyone have blue nail polish just laying around the house?) for the eyes.
Twa Corbies! (Anonymous, from bartleby.com)
|AS I was walking all alane|
|I heard twa corbies making a mane:|
|The tane unto the tither did say,|
|'Whar sall we gang and dine the day?'|
|'—In behint yon auld fail dyke||5|
|I wot there lies a new-slain knight;|
|And naebody kens that he lies there|
|But his hawk, his hound, and his lady fair.|
|'His hound is to the hunting gane,|
|His hawk to fetch the wild-fowl hame,||10|
|His lady 's ta'en anither mate,|
|So we may mak our dinner sweet.|
|'Ye'll sit on his white hause-bane,|
|And I'll pike out his bonny blue e'en:|
|Wi' ae lock o' his gowden hair||15|
|We'll theek our nest when it grows bare.|
|'Mony a one for him maks mane,|
|But nane sall ken whar he is gane:|
|O'er his white banes, when they are bare,|
|The wind sall blaw for evermair.'|
Whether the doll is weirdly, creepy-cute, or just plain wrong, that was about the best quality time the girl and I have had to spend together in quite awhile.