On Thursday I said that I was going to spend some time, and do something with my hands. My kids and I busted out the sculpy and I made this:
Then I made this:
And then I went completely insane.
Don't be fooled these things are really tiny and actually don't take a long time to make. I made most of them while making dinner with my girls. My daughter followed me piece for piece and made her own little set. We had the supplies out, and over the course of a couple of days I had made this. See that rolling pin? It works. Oh and that pan, it's a Griswold.
I do a lot of projects, I practically have a condition. Part of my affliction means that many things are ever fully completed I am always trying to avoid "wasting time." It seems that the simple things I'd like to do get thrown under the bus for the more complicated things. Like the time I set aside for myself needs to be worth it. Needless to say, I don't often make things for myself with my hands out of pure joy. My intention was to make little things for this hutch my grandmother gave (my children). I am holing it until they can appreciate it for it's fine delicate beauty.
As I began to set these tiny kitchen goods into this little hutch I was overcome with delight. Like, I had to hold it in, bad. I felt ridiculous I kept saying to my husband in a flat, monotone voice as I keeled before the coffee table, "This is making me unbelievable happy. Like, really happy." Later, when my kids asked to see some finished stuff, my husband told them that I was "playing with it like a little kid." But I wasn't. I was keeping myself from playing with it like a little kid. But I was very aware of how incredibly awesome it would be to play with for a kid. If it were delicate and special, and you were only allowed to play with it everyone in a while? Awesome. Then I got to thinking how awesome it would be if no one was ever allowed to play with it, and then when my grandkids came along I let them play with it and wasn't worried about them breaking it. That would be super awesome. I did think about these grandkids I made up and may never have as I made this. I thought about grand nieces and grand nephews. Kids of the future. I guess that's what got me to this place of rest in the first place, imagining, and holding out some hope for these kids of our future. I'm not going to go all inner-child on you, but perhaps my husband did see something. And maybe I was caring for a kid of the past, too. And maybe I filled those little salad bowls with a little salad spoon and fork. And yes, every leaf of the bonsai tree is attached individually. Take that meditation!
I did let my kids play with it for a while, and a couple things got...altered. I'm not worried about it.