crafting!
Bah. I really thought I'd have stopped procrastinating so much as I got older, but no, it's still one of my biggest problems. Anyway, I've been thinking a lot about what my LJ is for. I have hardly any LJ friends (my own choice, as I'm typically awful at reaching out to new people) so there's almost no-one out there reading this. But I do like to keep track of what I've been up to, and keeping this online journal has worked better than the many little mostly-empty notebooks that I've started over the years. (Since I stopped being an angsty young woman, anyway.)
So. What to do about this, then? I will try my best to stay more up to date here. It doesn't matter if anyone is reading or commenting or not. Its main purpose is so that Matt and I can have something to look back on later in the year, and marvel to each other about how much everything has changed.
Onto today's subject: crafting! Once we'd been living here for a few months and had made a little tidy-ish space or two in the house, I began to feel the urge to do some crafty things. The two years when we were homeless, I was unable to make anything, and it really bugged me. It's horrible to be so passive all day every day. (And yes, you could argue that I helped make the house in the first year, and made a baby in the second year -- but it's not crafting.)
I have a friend with a daughter only a week older than River, and occasionally we meet up at her house to have a painting session. It's been lovely to see how the girls have moved on from trying to eat the paint and pour the water everywhere to experimenting with mixing colours, finding different textures and announcing that their pictures are of something (even though their pictures are actually unrecognisable blobs and swirls).
Anyway, in one of our first sessions last spring (and that's how long I've been procrastinating about this post) River covered her pages with mostly water and a little bit of paint. I loved the pastel effect once it had dried, and decided to use it to make cards. (Considering the cost of cards these days, I thought this would save us £50 over the course of the year.)
After an evening of cutting and gluing, I got busy with a pen. This is the result:
My favourite is the fish.
I meant to do something similar for last Christmas, but pregnancy nausea/exhaustion sucked away all my enthusiasm.
So. What to do about this, then? I will try my best to stay more up to date here. It doesn't matter if anyone is reading or commenting or not. Its main purpose is so that Matt and I can have something to look back on later in the year, and marvel to each other about how much everything has changed.
Onto today's subject: crafting! Once we'd been living here for a few months and had made a little tidy-ish space or two in the house, I began to feel the urge to do some crafty things. The two years when we were homeless, I was unable to make anything, and it really bugged me. It's horrible to be so passive all day every day. (And yes, you could argue that I helped make the house in the first year, and made a baby in the second year -- but it's not crafting.)
I have a friend with a daughter only a week older than River, and occasionally we meet up at her house to have a painting session. It's been lovely to see how the girls have moved on from trying to eat the paint and pour the water everywhere to experimenting with mixing colours, finding different textures and announcing that their pictures are of something (even though their pictures are actually unrecognisable blobs and swirls).
Anyway, in one of our first sessions last spring (and that's how long I've been procrastinating about this post) River covered her pages with mostly water and a little bit of paint. I loved the pastel effect once it had dried, and decided to use it to make cards. (Considering the cost of cards these days, I thought this would save us £50 over the course of the year.)
After an evening of cutting and gluing, I got busy with a pen. This is the result:
My favourite is the fish.
I meant to do something similar for last Christmas, but pregnancy nausea/exhaustion sucked away all my enthusiasm.