Making Piņatas | ||
Piņata making is very much a cottage
industry. Most piņata makers
are women working out of their homes as in this story. Many are one-woman shops
either working alone or with family; a few are large enough operations
to employ workers. |
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My naked newspaper body is hanging out in the patio. But I have company -- a bunch of bodies ready to get dressed up for the party. You can also see part of a dressed up guy. My maker's laundry is hanging out with us too. Her name is Gabriela; we all call her Gabi. She's pretty too -- that's what the finished guys say. I don't have eyes yet. |
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Look! She brought me in the house to dress me up. She hung me in the door between la sala and the kitchen. |
She puts her tools and paper on the table next to me. That's a bowl of plain old flour paste. |
She slides her fingers across the paste and then runs them along the edge of the paper strips so they'll stick to me. |
The paper comes in many colors in flat sheets and in cut strips which turn into ruffles when applied. |
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A white paper undercoat prepares my head for the skin-tone paper. |
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Next come my hands. |
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Then she made my pretty purple pants. |
I get a white shirt. |
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She cut my ears out of cardboard and covered them with the skin paper. |
She cut a base for the beard then covered it with ruffles and stuck it on me, |
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At last! I get my eyes. She gouged two holes in my head for the eye sockets. |
Everybody was fooling with my eyes before I even got to look through them. I mean REALLY! |
Finally she stuck them in. She is pretty just like the other guys said. |
She hung me back on the patio to dry until the fat man comes for me. |
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I wonder what he's going to do with me. I was told that they'll have a big party, and I'm for the kids to play with. That sounds nice. |
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