Adelaide has been making tissue paper flowers for days. We've run out of tissue paper twice, and are about to run out of ceiling space from which to hang them. The floor of the library, her bedroom and subsequently every room in the house that someone then walks through - is littered with the tiny scraps of colorful paper that she snips off the ends of the flowers to get them just right. She's got ideas of color schemes, combinations and just how and where to hang them and what might come next. She wants to perfect a dahlia. I love watching these swirls of creativity in the kids, watching how fully they get swept up into focusing on just one thing. The freedom to dive so fully into something calling to them - no matter how big or small. The knowledge that it won't last forever. And the immense satisfaction at following that swirl of energy and creating something.
This may be something I understand. In the past twenty-four hours, I've been bit by the rope sewing bug. It's been creeping in for a while - first I saw Erin's creations, and then Maya's, and then I found this amazing man, and well, I knew it wouldn't be long before I had to try too. It just looked like too much fun (and it is). I checked out the CreativeBug tutorial, and set to work on giving it a try with the rope I had on hand. And then......I went to the local hardware store to clean them out of clothesline rope, and promptly emptied four spools of thread (they suck up thread, these things!), and then declared "Popcorn for dinner!" so that I could keep going. And well, just like my Adelaide and her flowers, I'm scheming and dreaming and planning a whole lot of things. Maybe soon we'll have more rope bowls and baskets than we'll ever need. At which time I'll turn to someone else in the house to figure out a creative use for them. No doubt someone here could come up with something...
