When I lived on the Indian Reservation I made a lemon galleon out of paper mache.
And then I made fish to swim along side.
Paper mache fish with giant kissy lips and beauty marks and fake eyelashes.
And jellyfish with irredescent tentacles.
And then my friends made some too. Between all of us we made a plethora of fishies in a variety of characters. Emily made me my own bride fish and groom fish.
It was glorious.
And then, because we lived in a double wide with a vaulted ceiling, we hung our lovely creations from the ceiling with fishing line.
So that when we sat up at night and discussed the heavy things twenty year old philosophers carried, there was a whimsy of water love above our heads.
i love this vision. of fish made out of paper. of water love hanging from a double-wide ceiling.
🙂