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Day 336 ~ Puppet Master
Thursday, December 1st, 2016
Dominic really enjoyed studying puppets last year in theater so he was totally obliging when I asked him to play with the scary teeth monster. I missed the best shot though, when Dominic leaned down and had it try to bite his nose. OMG, that was awesome. No cavities for my boy either. Great checkups today.
On the way back from Ha Long Bay, our tour included a stop at a small village for a Water Puppet show. We had heard horror stories about it being a giant tourist trap, but we were pleasantly surprised - it was cute, and there was no pressure to buy anything. en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vietnamese_Water_puppets
the string puppet now costs us $1.20...
our first try in making a marionette puppet... [ journal entry ]
marionette puppet 1: aina maninonet... aina named the puppet.
This is only an idea, I do think it looks okay as an image, but I really want to work with it in a dark scary looking place.
Hope you like, please leave comments.
She wanted to wear them, despite the weather being feral here at the moment! Had to go with tights underneath
Mikah wearing her Oliver +S Puppet Show Shorts.....her top is LuLu Peasant Top pattern from You Can Make This....look at my little Snookims!
Co-starring Michael Jackson on the streets of Leicester's city centre.
Master of Puppets I'm pulling your strings
Twisting your mind, smashing your dreams
Blinded by me, you can't see a thing
Just call my name, 'cause I'll hear you scream
Master
Master
Just call my name, 'cause I'll hear you scream
Master
Master
In this face of earth, aren't we all leaning on someone for support? Is it when we start agreeing and affirming me to the shoulder that gives us the support. so does that make us puppets?
I am making a puppet show dress out of this fabric. It is navy with light blue/aqua flowers. Would it look okay to use a white collar and cuffs? Or should it all be out of the same fabric?
a sunny sunday afternoon in paris. the weather is sweet. as i walk down mont martre streets i look at this building. and up there i see them. puppets at the window! and they stare at me. they tell me a story of a man, who was a child, and how this man forgot his past. so they have been cursed. they can't get out of there. and they have been looking forward the day, the day that they will be set free; the day the man will rebird into a child