Friday, February 5, 2010
my daughter and i are in the middle of a mixed-media frenzy. inspired by shannon's fabadabadoo inside out class (she's just opened registration for the next), i am giving my art supplies their do-or-go test: either prove yourselves capable of a project, you space-eating materials, or out the door you go. yesterday i found six caran d'ache water-soluble pastels in a drawer that were totally, completely untouched. i gave them a whirl on some totally, completely untouched watercolor paper and was totally, completely smitten. then i totally, completely violated my decluttering process by going to creative coldsnow for fifteen more, and got so excited that i lost track of space and the size of my ass and knocked over an entire rack of art sponges when i stood up to go to the checkout counter.
back home i chopped up watercolor paper and went to work with my loot (creative explosion still in progress, a future post). i saw a little hand reach for a scrap of watercolor paper. when i didn't yell - the house is still in recovery mode from a bad episode with glitter paint, now persona non grata around here - she reached for a pastel. she couldn't believe her luck, especially since it was bedtime, and very quietly moved off to her own world while i toiled away in mine. (these pastels are excellent for kids - lots of fun and minimal mess.) after an hour when i finally had to be boring and responsible and sent her off to bed, i looked at what she had done and nearly went to pieces.
the sweet little thing had made conversation cards. every so often i jot down a few random topics, stick them in a bag, and we take turns pulling one out and discussing what's on the card. this idea was born out of pure selfishness. making dinner distresses me so much that i am not in the mood to talk about anything when we sit down to eat. so we've gotten in the habit of starting every dinner by saying something nice about every person at the table and this nearly always turns me around. but we hadn't done the cards for a while, probably since thanksgiving, when we pulled cards out of a gobble gobble bag and named things that we were grateful for, said thank you in as many languages as we knew, and so on. i had no idea how much these cards meant to her. talk about inside out. my heart turned inside out reading her topics. now you know what we'll be discussing at dinner tonight!