Friday, May 26, 2006

meet little amy

I have a new blog header. Isn't she just about the loveliest little thing? My fabulous friend Mo Jackson surprised me with her. She made it so that I can change her all around like a little Amy paperdoll. I animated her so that her wings flap a little. I wish I could hold her on my finger like a butterfly.

If I had that little version of myself now in my hand, I would tell her so many things. I would tell her to be herself, even though that means being wierd a lot. I would tell her not to listen to mean ol' George Case and all of those other mean boys who liked to daily torment her. I would tell her to keep a diary because I really wish I could read about her now. I would also tell her how lucky she is to have two of the very best friends in Mia Reid and Tonya Wajciechowski.

I have two stories to tell you about this little Amy, of about the age of that picture in the banner. The first one is bittersweet. Although it really hurt me at the time, I do know what a funny story it is. It's okay to laugh just please scroll down so that little Amy doesn't see you. She's very tenderhearted.

I'm from a very, very small town. There were only 49 classmates and almost all of them I knew from kindergarten through graduation. I rode on Bus 8, Second Trip. One day something really terrible happened on Bus 8, Second Trip. It is permanently inked in my mind as perhaps the most humiliating experience of my life. If not that, it was at least the most humiliating of all of my then 8 years.

As I sat quietly in my seat, staring out the window and daydreaming, unbeknownst to me, George Case was filling my curly hair with straw that he was picking from his busted seat. He must have been doing it for the entire trip because he built quite a nest. Once or twice I felt something and turned my head but I was used to spit balls and other meanness and I knew it was best to ignore these things.



And then it started...a little tweat and then another. And then full out laughter. Everyone, every single one on the bus, except me, laughing. My sister even. Et tu Jessica? And when I walked out of the bus and turned back to look, the bus driver too. I ran all the way home, hot tears streaming down my face.



The second story is not sad. My mother used to make all of my clothes. She would find a pattern she really liked and then make a bunch of clothes with different material. In second grade, she had a pattern for reversable quilted vest and pant sets. She also made me a round of wrap-around skirts. My favorite was the same color as my favorite soup, cream of tomato with a little bit of cheese. I loved to wear shorts underneath. As I ran outside for recess, I would strip off the skirt and then tie the wrap-around skirt around my neck to wear it as a cape. Isn't that a great idea?

p.s. I know I said I had something to tell you about (with pictures) but it didn't work out. Sorry to be a tease.

p.p.s. I used Mo Jackson's doo dads to make the dear diary page.

p.p.p.s. If you see George Case, kick him in the shin for me. hard.

20 comments:

M said...

Hi Amy, I LOVE the new header and don't worry little paper doll, I did NOT laugh. Children are so cruel, they were when I was in school and they are still, with my own children. I have tried to teach my children that diversity is beautiful and to always think before you speak. Sadly, many people do NOT teach their children love and understanding. I wonder what this world is coming to quite often and then when my faith is shaken, I meet wonderful people like you Amy! P.S. SO happy that you weren't stuck on that train!!

Danielle Muller said...

i love your new banner...it is perfect! and i love your stories...they brought a smile to my face! thanks for starting my day with a grin!

I need orange said...

I don't think there is one thing funny about the bus story. Shame on those kids, and, really, SHAME on that bus driver!!!

Sending a hug to that little girl, along with a whisper in her ear that one day she will have wings, to fly about the mean Georges of the world.

Dawn said...

The banner is perfect!!! Even the bit of flutter you added.
The stories are ones that we can relate to..I have my own "George" stories...but his name was Eddie!

carrie s. said...

Love your new blog head. And, sympathy - I had a similar bus ride experience. Oh dear. Elementary school...so glad to be older!

Anonymous said...

Oh dear, I feel for little Amy. My nemisis was named Mike, and I would dearly love for him to get a good shin-kicking, too. Great job with the diary page, I love it! I always enjoy visiting your blog, such great design!

Funky Finds said...

You are from a BIG town! I graduated hs w/8 people. Sheesh. Sounds sad, huh???

amy rue said...

Oh boy, we should totally find this George and send him a stinky box full of straw and maybe a spooky clown in there too. I laughed out loud at the Kick George line. I love the flutterby Amy Banner...very sweet!

Anonymous said...

Holy cow! That i super cute! Love the wings! And your George Case story is great!

janna said...

Love the new header!
& thanks for sharing your stories!
I had some like that too

Anonymous said...

Didn't think it was even possible for you to be any more loveable. . . .

Waterfall said...

I love the new header. And as always, I love hearing stories about life in your little town!

tiffini elektra x said...

Oh mean George! Well karma must have given him an awful memory to blog about by now! [ =
Just found your blog and store and purchased one of your lovely Mille Fleur charm bracelets! What a wonderful store you have! *swoon*

Pamela Jane said...

Have you seen the current TV ad with the fairy who tries to turn industrial things cute (but can't transform the "superlative" car), has an accident with a wall, and gets laughed at by the big dolt? Of course, being a fairy, she zaps him -- instant gratification. My personal fantasy is to have a 007-version car, with very sharp rotating prongs that spring out from my tire rims, so that when any uncivil driver comes within reach, I can splay his/her tires, literally stopping him in his tracks, immobilized until re-education is complete. Lacking that, I think naming childhood nemeses on blogs for the world to know their shabby secrets might do for now :>).

Coleen said...

The new header is ADORABLE! If I only knew how where to start with the headers, I can barely figure out Blogger! :)

Anonymous said...

Dear Amy, my friend you have once again brought a smile to my face and inspiration to my life! I LOVE 'Little Amy'!!! I must share that I have a 'Little Debbie' (used to spell it that way in school) in my creative arsenal, as well. I think I created her as part of an exercise from my 'Artist's Way' book - or maybe it was from a suggestion by SARK, I can't remember! But she is a little redheaded, frecklefaced imp with ponytails and a smile a mile wide who winks at me from my office bulletin board and reminds me to PLAY a little!

I'd love to animate her and add her to the new website I am designing...can I copy your idea?!

(And, honey, we ALL had Georges....mine was Mike Choate. 1973, Northern California. RRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH....)

Tongue in Cheek Antiques said...

I've got the boy tied up here with my jumprope, come on let's paint his toenails pink!

Anastasia said...

awww poor Amy! sweet story....I too had a George Case in my life - his name was Paul Ross and i secretly had a crush on him - he even threw my paper doll set down a rain drain one day and made me cry!

Anonymous said...

I love the cape idea!!!

Anonymous said...

awwwww.. Thanks for the mention! Mark and I bought our first house and moved in recently...

I haven't seen George Case, but I did run into Sarah Cooke at orientation for my new job!!

When ya coming to ole home town for the holidays?

luv ya girl