A Craft-ernoon… Help!
I’m crap at art. But being off on maternity leave I feel I should be trying a bit harder. My Hobbycraft-bought craft kits have been gathering dust since Little P was born, now over 4 months ago.
So after feeling particularly guilty about watching the X Factor on catch up with M (we’d already been to the park and I was doing jobs in the kitchen too I feel compelled to tell you), this afternoon I took a deep breath and cracked them out. We made a Pom Pom Flamingo (some success), a ‘dinosaur’ (“it looks like a caterpillar Mummy!”) and an attempt at some fish for an underwater scene (as the packaging sold it). M had long since lost interest and was dangerously snipping pipe cleaners into tiny sharp metal pieces just perfect for causing serious foot injury.
We started in earnest chatting excitedly about which Pom Pom is the 5cm one, where it goes, and which goggly eye to pick. I felt like SuperMum, making something creative and cool to show Daddy when he gets home and to feel good about making with my son. I was also feeling pretty smug that I hadn’t resorted to Paw Patrol on a rainy afternoon.
But… within ten minutes, I’m arting it up solo with M looking bored and whingeing about the tiniest patch of glue on his arm. Pom Poms and dinosaur feet on the floor, nothing sticking together, fingers so gluey I can’t even scratch my nose, tea going cold… I don’t think I’ve ever actually wanted Little P to wake up from her nap before but I’m willing the monitor to flash. Dammit why’s she choosing to sleep so long now for once?! Save me, crying baby!
Thankfully there was a turning point. And no I didn’t suddenly turn into Mister bloody Maker. I picked up our supposedly finished Stegosaurus…. Looked at M. And laughed. And he laughed. It was one weird looking, falling apart, bright green piece of crap. But it was hilarious. And after that point, I stopped worrying about getting it right. Or the mess. And we started making whatever we wanted and ignoring the instructions. M made a ‘binky bonk’ and I made a ‘rubbishosaurus’.
And just as we started enjoying ourselves… of course. The baby woke up.