Art Project Friday

Fridays have somehow evolved into an art project day. It works for me, as I usually have my own projects to pursue, and I often find inspiration at oneprettything.com (last week's project came from here--I should read this blog on a regular basis. I find her projects inspiring).

I spent Thursday evening cutting out some spooky silhouettes from black construction paper and putting off answers to the question "Momma, what are you doing?" I like making the project a surprise.

The next day, we painted our paper in sunset colors, then picked out the silhouettes we liked and put them on. Yes, the girls had some help with the arrangement of their silhouettes, but they did all the picking and the majority of the arranging. We'll be hanging our pictures on the back window as part of our patio decorating for Halloween.

The happy artists and their finished works. Mine is in the middle. Miss Bubbly's still wearing her giant painting shirt, also known as one of my old t-shirts.

The Eldest is rather pleased with how hers turned out. The lightning striking her "raven" was accidental, but it led to us shouting "Struck by lightning! Struck by lightning!" a few times that afternoon. For the quote's reference, you'll have to read The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien.

Miss Bubbly insisted on giving me a goofy smile. Goofy kid. She's pretty pleased with her handiwork as well. I love that she chose to put the "raven" on the scarecrow's shoulder--that didn't occur to me.

My personal projects. I've been playing around with watered down acrylic paints and I wanted to see how things worked. I suppose I could just check a book out from the library, but experimenting is so much more fun! I also had some leftover polymer clay, so I decided to make some pendants. The unicorn ones are for the kids, the Celtic knots are for me, and the trees (they're supposed to be oaks--if you squint just right, they are) are for the sisters I visit teach. We really liked a quote from Elder Wirthlin in last month's visiting teaching message about being like oak trees, deeply rooted in the simple principles of the gospel.

This picture is for Abby. I wasn't able to open the boxes you sent right away. We picked them up from the post office right before the first session of Conference and they were immediately taken over by my industrious and insolent children.

I should also mention that I was reading some back entries dealing with Miss Bubbly's diabetes, etc., and realized that I never let on how my own glucose tests turned out. I passed the three-hour test--went pretty low, as a matter of fact--and they had me re-take the one-hour test at 28 weeks, which is when a pregnant woman is supposed to take it. Passed this time, no problem. So, no solidarity with Miss Bubbly, but also no gestational diabetes, which is good for me and The Boy.


I should be off now to actually pay attention to my children and ponder on the activities I have left for today, like folding and putting away the laundry. And practicing the piano for the hymns that I have to play in Relief Society. You can see why I decided to write a blog entry instead . . . .