We all woke up this morning with something of a hangover. (Don’t call CPS on me, I’m not being literal for goodness sakes) Last night’s fiasco still hung thick in their air, tainting our cranberry scones. (Not that I was hindered in wolfing them down, mind you)
I knew right away it was time to take corrective measures, get us back on track.
A quick trip to a local craft store sale, and we were on our way to busy hands and happy hearts.
Luke got his first ever latch hook kit.
Did you do these as a child? I did, and they make me smile even now. I don’t know what on earth you are supposed to do with a 12 X 12 rug, but does it matter really? Luke is thrilled with the project. It’s just his speed, filling in those little color coded squares.
James got a loom thingy.
And while he tires pretty quickly of the actual weaving, he finds that the loom itself has endless potential: one minute it’s a boomerang, then a guitar, a few minutes later, a super spy decoder grid. Meanwhile, I find that the little fabric stretchies are threatening to overtake our home. They are everywhere. I even found one up to some covert operations in the refrigerator. He’s doing time in my pocket for the offense.
As for myself, I’ve been meaning to try making fabric covered buttons after seeing them here.
Why not today?
We crafted, then we swam, then we crafted some more. We had waffles for dinner in our underpants (them, not I, thank you) while Daddy was at a fishing tournament. Then they continued on with the crafting while I told them stories from our newest vintage reader.
The other books are new finds too, and calling my name as we speak. A quiet house. Dreaming, still, young men. A happy day to report. A glass of wine and not one but TWO new (to me) books. Perfect.
So nice to know that when the bad days come, we get a do over in short order. New mercies every morning.