Oh, the agony of de feet
A few days ago I managed to stub my toe with such force that I split the toe nail down to the cuticle. Right near the middle of the nail too.
If you live within a 3000 mile radius of my house it’s possible that you heard a string of profane observations on the character and lineage of an oak door on the evening of the 6th between 6:30 and 7 pm PST beginning with the exclamation “Oh!!!” and ending with the words “that hurt.” If you did; that was was me– sorry.
Between schoolwork, housework, sewing, cooking and running after the children I managed to spin up an impressive hank of tussah silk. I have yet to find batteries for the camera, but when I do you can bet I’m going to be posting some pictures.
In a fit of cleverness I bought Josey one of those packs of Sculpey that has the smaller individual packages of different colored clay in it. As time goes by I filter a few different colors of clay to him and he sculpts them into toys and figures. I think we’ve finally found a creative outlet that works for him, that is truly his.
Its a weird position for a kid, to have artistic parents. I know, I was there once too. I couldn’t do anything without one or both of my parents telling me I could do better, or how I might improve my technique or waiting (I kid you not) until I was asleep to disassemble whatever I’d made and redo it. It’s sort of sad really, as my sister and I don’t really have a collection of stuff from when we were little that is all rough and crazy.
Our crayon people were proportionate, clouds looked like clouds, and cars looked like cars. If it makes any sense, I think little kid art is the best art because it is more of a reflection of what is happening inside than out.
Anyway, that’s why I try to stay as hands off on the kids’ creative work as much as possible. I’m there to help, if I’m asked. And to make sure that clay is not eaten and fingers are not lost, but otherwise I just like to enjoy watching them discover and explore.
Ouch! Your poor toe!
Sorry about your toe! I think you are a great mum, as I had a very artistic mother who didn’t *mean* to crush my creativity, but did, very effectively. Think “constructive criticism” ugh. I think you rock.