making things makes me happy. i've always been that way. my friends and i would make pretend magazines and fashion for our dolls when i was young. crafty play-dates were the ones i sought out. and if you grew up watching 'playschool' - you won't be surprised to know my mum set up a 'useful box' just for me to make things out of toilet paper rolls and cereal boxes and popcorn kernels!
i still love to make things and *need* to make things...i'm just not so great at documenting and sharing these days. also, blogging about the toadstool napkins i sewed over the weekend may not make for the most exciting read.
but with these three crazy little people of mine, there are many spurts of artistic expression throughout our days...as evidenced by the permanent mounds of fabric, paper snippings and other explosions of supplies strewn all over the house (see above picture for accurate state of floor at all times).(portrait of me, by yindi)while we all express ourselves differently (some with needle and thread, some with black permanent pen) i'm grateful to have a house full of amazing little artists and not a ledge or wall in the house without some form of colourful creation stuck to it. the mess is worth it - we are happy when we are making things :)