inspiring a playfully creative life
Today marks the start of the 2020 100 Days Project. To be honest, I was considering giving it a miss this year. It just felt like one more thing, and I wasn’t really grabbed by any particular idea for WHAT the project might look like for me. That thought process, however, was in the Before. It’s no longer the Before. Everything is topsy turvy, though
One of my favourite parts of Waldorf-inspired home education, is the beautiful handcrafts we get to make, and call it school. Most recently, Master 6 was working on a language arts block around fairy tales, and we decided what we needed to help us recount the story was a puppet. For the Hare & The Tortoise, I grabbed some grey felt and sketched out a
Many moons ago, when I was around the age of Miss 9, a friend and I used to swap little goodie bags. We would sew up a pouch, and fill it will stickers and lollies and pencils and all the little plastic knick knacks that kids love to collect. There was no set time or reason, just as a little “because” gift, and gosh it
At the start of this self-isolation thing, I had so many plans, for finishing so many things. To say I have an abundance of WIPs would be an understatement to be honest (surprising exactly no-one who’s been around here for more than 30 seconds). By day four, I had acheived exactly nothing towards these big plans, and I was feeling overwhelmed by all the things
There’s something about the start of a new year, that brings with it a fresh burst of energy and creativity and a gross underestimation of what I can achieve in daily life, once the delightful laziness of summer holidays has worn off and we are back into the usual rhythm of school and chores and all the things that exist in real life. More than
Often, when I have an idea, and I try it and it doesn’t work quite right, I very maturely pitch a fit, throw it in the corner and refuse to look at it ever again. I am an excellent adult like that. Sometimes though, the failed project sticks in my brain and demands to be revisited. Yesterday’s print project was one of those, to the
With the return of the rain, comes the return of clouds and creeks and springs and waterfalls and dams. The return of water is endlessly fascinating to all of us, but most especially to Master 6, who is full of questions about how clouds are made and where does the rain come from and where do the dams go when they are empty. With such
So last weekend, when I was busy sewing away on a secret squirrel project, I was thrilled to have Miss Butterfly perch herself up next to me, with a pile of felt and some scissors, and off to work she got. For the most part, she happily worked away on her own, needing only my help for some problem solving to make her bun squishy,
“Happiness can be found in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light,” said Dumbledore (calmly). In these dark times, I’ve been following the light all the way to craft shop panic buying…because I totally wouldn’t hit up Spotlight and my fave indie places at the coast in normal times. Nope. Not me. This is 3000% due to the current
Every few days, I need to just shut off from the world, and my preferred scrolling option is the instagram explore page. One such scroll lead to me to discover the concept of a “loaded tag”, and I was instantly hooked on the idea. I watched the IGTV video all the way to end – something I don’t normally do – and got off all
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