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More fictional characters! Today we have one near and dear to my heart, who I was reminded of when I was thinking about cosplay yesterday. That's right, we're looking at my fourth grade Halloween costume, Pippilotta Delicatessa Windowshade Mackrelmint Ephraim's Daughter Longstocking!
(You can probably call her Pippi, for short. I certainly will!)
Pippi Longstocking is the strongest little girl in the world. One of her stories involves her meeting the strongest man in the world, and then out-strengthening him because who's to say a girl can't be stronger than a man? She is never going to get bug1 and she is unfailingly generous and her imagination is the finest thing in all the world. Who cares that she's not so good at pluttificiation?
(Admittedly, the math nerd in me does wince a little at that. But overall, as a teacher, I'd be thrilled to have someone as kind and creative and wonderful as little Pippilotta in my classes)
Pippi is an absolute ideal for me. Not only is she my physical ideal --I've wanted to be redhaired and far more freckly for basically ever, and I like myself best in pigtails, yes please-- but she's just so marvelously self-assured! Of *course* things are going to go the way of her wicked and wild imagination, that's just how things do!
((When I was in grade school, I was a certified Thing Finder, just like her. I still partake sometimes, although it's harder on a bicycle. But I've a shelf and a bit of random precious things I've scooped from the streets some days.))
(((And oh, do I ever want that chest of drawers. And a lifetime to fill it, and a thousand friends to empty it again. <3)))
She believes in climbing all around and over the house and up and down trees and she'd much rather be *in* the circus than watching the circus. I can't think of anything better --she's a little girl who is entirely independent and entirely under her own control and somehow seems perfectly happy that way. Ever since I finished college and started living in places where I've my own bedroom and few people to share my bed, I've been very aware of just how much self-love it takes to live on your own. I think I have that independence, and I suspect my early idolization of Miss Longstocking did nothing to abate it.
~Sor
MOOP!
PostScript: I've been drawing the characters of the day, too! Right now they're only on Twitter --I'll try and upload them for real later. Days one and two. Day three.
1: “Pretty little chililug, I don't want to get bug.” --if you say big by accident, then you will grow taller and taller and taller and soon naught will be seen of you but your legs stretching into the sky.
(You can probably call her Pippi, for short. I certainly will!)
Pippi Longstocking is the strongest little girl in the world. One of her stories involves her meeting the strongest man in the world, and then out-strengthening him because who's to say a girl can't be stronger than a man? She is never going to get bug1 and she is unfailingly generous and her imagination is the finest thing in all the world. Who cares that she's not so good at pluttificiation?
(Admittedly, the math nerd in me does wince a little at that. But overall, as a teacher, I'd be thrilled to have someone as kind and creative and wonderful as little Pippilotta in my classes)
Pippi is an absolute ideal for me. Not only is she my physical ideal --I've wanted to be redhaired and far more freckly for basically ever, and I like myself best in pigtails, yes please-- but she's just so marvelously self-assured! Of *course* things are going to go the way of her wicked and wild imagination, that's just how things do!
((When I was in grade school, I was a certified Thing Finder, just like her. I still partake sometimes, although it's harder on a bicycle. But I've a shelf and a bit of random precious things I've scooped from the streets some days.))
(((And oh, do I ever want that chest of drawers. And a lifetime to fill it, and a thousand friends to empty it again. <3)))
She believes in climbing all around and over the house and up and down trees and she'd much rather be *in* the circus than watching the circus. I can't think of anything better --she's a little girl who is entirely independent and entirely under her own control and somehow seems perfectly happy that way. Ever since I finished college and started living in places where I've my own bedroom and few people to share my bed, I've been very aware of just how much self-love it takes to live on your own. I think I have that independence, and I suspect my early idolization of Miss Longstocking did nothing to abate it.
~Sor
MOOP!
PostScript: I've been drawing the characters of the day, too! Right now they're only on Twitter --I'll try and upload them for real later. Days one and two. Day three.
1: “Pretty little chililug, I don't want to get bug.” --if you say big by accident, then you will grow taller and taller and taller and soon naught will be seen of you but your legs stretching into the sky.