Mom was really good with crafts. She even had a cottage industry going on for a while where she would make holiday ornaments and other fun little decorations for people and sell at craft fairs.
Sometimes even she would be invited to our classes to help students with Father's Day or Mother's Day cards or artsy gifts, and her projects were always so lovely yet simple and fun. One year she helped my class make cards for Father's Day where the cards looked like a button-down shirt with an origami tie cut into the shirt. Another time she helped us make "mini gingerbread houses" out of graham crackers and frosting.
She was so good at helping me get my crafty projects for class.
When I was in 4th grade, I had a craft project for a book I had read. I had to build a log cabin in the woods, with a blue car holding a flamingo in the trunk. It was trying to depict a scene in the book where I felt the plot turned.
Most of my classmates were collecting twigs and sticks to build the house. But Mom wanted to be crafty with me, so we went to Michael's and bought some medium-thick craft sticks. We cut them up with a little saw and crafted some gaps into end of each little log we had made. We stacked the logs to make the cabin, and used glue and dirt to make a puddy paste of some sort to put between the logs.
I was so proud of how professional my project looked. My teacher, on the other hand, thought I had cheated by using Lincoln Logs for my project. They didn't think it was possible for sometime to make something from scratch that looked so nice, especially at 9 years of age.
I went home crying to Mom, telling her how they thought I had cheated on our work together, and how I didn't understand why they thought we would do such a thing. She stormed into class the next day to have a word with the teacher and explain how we slaved over making a nice log cabin.
I think I did okay after that.
Sometimes even she would be invited to our classes to help students with Father's Day or Mother's Day cards or artsy gifts, and her projects were always so lovely yet simple and fun. One year she helped my class make cards for Father's Day where the cards looked like a button-down shirt with an origami tie cut into the shirt. Another time she helped us make "mini gingerbread houses" out of graham crackers and frosting.
She was so good at helping me get my crafty projects for class.
When I was in 4th grade, I had a craft project for a book I had read. I had to build a log cabin in the woods, with a blue car holding a flamingo in the trunk. It was trying to depict a scene in the book where I felt the plot turned.
Most of my classmates were collecting twigs and sticks to build the house. But Mom wanted to be crafty with me, so we went to Michael's and bought some medium-thick craft sticks. We cut them up with a little saw and crafted some gaps into end of each little log we had made. We stacked the logs to make the cabin, and used glue and dirt to make a puddy paste of some sort to put between the logs.
I was so proud of how professional my project looked. My teacher, on the other hand, thought I had cheated by using Lincoln Logs for my project. They didn't think it was possible for sometime to make something from scratch that looked so nice, especially at 9 years of age.
I went home crying to Mom, telling her how they thought I had cheated on our work together, and how I didn't understand why they thought we would do such a thing. She stormed into class the next day to have a word with the teacher and explain how we slaved over making a nice log cabin.
I think I did okay after that.
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