Way back in November, seems like ages ago now, the resident artists at the PoetHouse did a twenty-four hour lock down before First Friday. I had been listening to Andrew Bird quite a bit, and his lyrics about a "life sized paper doll" kept rolling through my head. I didn't have the materials to make it life sized, but I did have an idea of the costumes I wanted her to wear, and a box of old wrapping paper that my mom had been saving for years and years.
