Crafting. Those of you who know me know I hate crafts. It's not just that I hate the mess it makes (although that's mostly it); I also, for the most part, just hate CRAFTS. I'm not impressed by scrapbooking, 1001 uses for toilet paper rolls, or glue-and-glitter kindergarten configurations. This is why I homeschool: so I don't have to deal with schoolmade ornaments that you have to try to simultaneously proudly display and discreetly hide. I am not even remotely tempted by the Cricut or Silhouette. (Mom, I know these terms are foreign to you. It's genetic.)
I do enjoy decorating (and Karen, YES, someday I will actually hang pictures on my walls). I also find knitting (or, as Ethan correctly points out, more usually unknitting), crocheting, and machine-less (because I don't own one) sewing to be relaxing, in an exasperating sort of way. And it's a change of season, and December and all that. So we've pulled out some crafts that passed my test:
- Costs exactly nothing (or nearly)
- Takes less than 1/2 hour
- Can be cleaned up in less time than it took to make it
- Looks harder than it is
- Is not something I can buy at Walmart or Michael's for cheaper.
So far, these have passed:
|Finnish stars, for the living room and sitting room windows|
|Winter hat garland (made from toilet paper tube and yarn - HA!)|
And next on the list are gingerbread ornament garlands (the dough is in the freezer now), snowflakes, and picture frames.
But I'm spending an awful lot of time yakking it up about a topic I find cumbersome, so let's move along.
Renovating. In this case, you of course should understand that the predicate of the immediately preceding heading is "Is," and the subject is "Ethan." First off -- the kitchen floor. He's been sanding the edges when he has time, researching what kind of dye/finish to use, and scheduling it in for sometime in January (after holiday madness, when we can afford to be out of the kitchen for a few days).
Also, there is the Sitting Room. This room has been the most wasted space in the entire house, which is sad, considering we can't really afford to waste any space. So we finally took out the massive couch (a freebie that the cats had shredded to bits and the kids use as a trampoline, throwing cushions everywhere). It's going to be an office/schoolroom/guest room. The room already looks 100x better without that stupid beige curved monstrosity in there, although the kids asked, "Do we still have to call it the Sitting Room if we don't actually have anything to sit on?" I pointed out that we started calling it the Sitting Room before it had a couch, and this was in objection to their calling it the Roughhouse Room. And also, they can sit on the floor just fine. And Note to Self: calling it the Sitting Room seems to have changed their activity in there not one iota. Or one somersault.
As Ethan's mom arrives in 11 days, we (read: Ethan) have also been working on finding a door, cutting it down to fit the character and sag of this 1846 house, painting it, and hanging it. Because probably a guest room should have a door.
Going. Well, technically, just Abraham and Ethan. Because in July, Ethan's mom took the four oldest kids to the movies. Abraham got sick in the parking lot, she brought him back, and she and the others caught the next show. "We'll take you," we said. "You will still get to go to the theater when you get better."
And so, five months later, we made good on that promise.
|Now that I look at it, squinting and smiling and resting your hands on your son's shoulders kind of makes it look like you're strangling him. Huh. Maybe I should not have insisted that you face the sun head-on. Whatever.|
Thrifting. I live with the thrift store king. Ethan can go into a thrift store, scout it out in 2 minutes, and determine whether there is anything worthwhile. And by worthwhile, I mean a really cool, unique piece of furniture for less than the cost of a pack of paper plates.
I have the knack of spending 45 minutes in a thrift store and emerging with something that will not fit, which is usually a blessing because nine times out of ten it is something no one wants to walk around with anyone wearing, anyway. (I never do seem to be able to locate that line between fashionable and absurd. I hit absurd every time.)
But...the past few times we have both gone in? JACKPOT! Bowls ($0.25 each) that match the ones we already have! A $2.50 moka pot! A huge $5 bag of Christmas-y material for ((gulp)) crafts! Solar Christmas lights (so the chicken coop can have a lit wreath). And...this baby.
Gideon chases them like this:
And then they really do run.
Pinching, Squeezing, Kissing.
Because, really, cheeks are everywhere!!!