Sunday, August 2, 2009
I have a craft space again! After spending almost an entire day sorting through what I wanted to keep and what I knew I would never use again, I found enough supplies to fill a small cave, and lit my dying spark of creativity to keep warm. It feels so good to be able to go upstairs and sit down at my table, open up a drawer on the desk, and pull something out, anything I want, and not drown myself in the remains of an unfinished scrapbook project from 2005.
Miss Eleanore, has a pen pal. Yes, shes only (almost) three years old, but the joys of sending and receiving mail are just too good for anybody to be without. She gets packages regularly from her Grammy (books, and clothes, and all sorts of fun things), but I thought maybe to have a friend her own age to send things back and forth to, would help teach her the joys of giving, sharing (we really could use some work in that department), and it would obviously be the ultimate in fun.
This morning I promised Elie that we would put a birthday package together for her friend up in Canada. I told her after I finished my coffee, we'd go upstairs and wrap things up all nice and pretty, just the way packages should be. Like all kids her age, Eleanore threw her impatience into extreme overload, leaning over and checking the inside my coffee cup every 3 seconds, whining and jumping up and down chanting something along the lines of "gonna make a package, gonna make a package" until I couldn't take it anymore and was forced to throw back the rest of my coffee as if it were a stiff drink (I wish). We went upstairs, made a cute and functional birthday card out of card stock and scribbled on scraps (she told me what to write inside), and then settled down on the floor to wrap things up in colored tissue papers and seal them in a crayola and ribbon covered envelope. She had so much fun putting the special birthday package together, that I had to remind her several times to calm down and breathe. And I'm not going to candy coat it, I had to remind myself to breathe too. If you've ever tried to do crafts with a 3 year old, then you probably understand how it could easily drive you to the edge of insanity, stopping just before you lose your balance.
I figured while I was at it, I may as well put together a few other packages that I had been wanting to get done. Not only put them together, but get fancy with the postal paper too. Christopher was a huge help to me today, sporting an unexplained amount of energy and completely willing to watch the kids and let me go upstairs to do things in peace and quiet. These kinds of days are few and far between, so I fully took advantage of it. I wrapped and I wrote, cut and created, adored and addressed. There is now a nice pile of pretties for Kevin Costner leaning against my front door. Be on the lookout?