“Hand Puppets” was misleading.  It’s actually “Hand Puppet.”  As in… one.  I made one.  I need to make quite a few more, but I’ve had to change my course.  When I started out, I planned on making hand puppets that somewhat resembled Disney Princesses.  I decided to start with Jasmine.  This is what I came up with.
Please keep in mind that I’m terrible at stuff like this.  I don’t know WHY I think I’m capable of attempting crap like this.  As I hot glued the second gogglie eye on, I looked at the puppet and laughed.
She looked a little less like Jasmine and a little more like Potiphar’s wife.

So I picked her up and tried to force her to be Jasmine.
But I really REALLY just wasn’t feeling it.  I was a little depressed that I had just created a rather less-than-admirable Bible character for my daughter.  I guess I COULD teach her a few new stories with puppets.
“Mommy, what does ‘lie with me’ mean?”
Nothing baby.  Go play with your Barbies…
In the end, I decided to simply rename her but keep with the whole Bible theme.
Queen Esther.  THAT’S someone we can all get on board with, right?  Who should I make next?  The King?  Her Uncle?  The man who is hung by his own gallows?  How would one make gallows for a toddler’s puppet theater?  Pipe cleaners and yarn?
Anyway, as soon as I’m done with Esther’s story, I’ll probably start on Ruth and Naomi.  I COULD go with Moses or Jonah, but the idea of making any sort of animal hand puppet is daunting.
I’ve tossed around the idea of making a few Book of Mormon hand puppets, but they’re a little harsh.  For example: is it in good taste to make a puppet sword out of pipe cleaners for Nephi to smite Laban’s head off?
What about Ammon and the arms?
Just how WOULD that work in a puppet theater?
Maybe I ought to stick to less-than-worthy princess puppets.
Maybe I ought to bag the idea entirely…
 I keep it as a sort of reminder -a first-aid kit, if you will.  Sometimes, I start to lose sight of why I fell in love with my husband.  I don’t MEAN to do it, but it sometimes happens.  I purposefully put that box in an easy-access location.  Now I see it every day, twenty times a day.  The contents of the box continue to grow, and I’ll be forced to scrapbook some of it soon (NOOOOOO!!!!!!).
I keep it as a sort of reminder -a first-aid kit, if you will.  Sometimes, I start to lose sight of why I fell in love with my husband.  I don’t MEAN to do it, but it sometimes happens.  I purposefully put that box in an easy-access location.  Now I see it every day, twenty times a day.  The contents of the box continue to grow, and I’ll be forced to scrapbook some of it soon (NOOOOOO!!!!!!).


