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Month: August 2023

Summer Painting

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Just like that, the summer ends. My oldest granddaughter, Frog, has begun her prek-4 school year and we are back to our Monday/Tuesday babysitting for only one child – her younger sister. Bird turns three years old this fall, which is too late to start her preschool year in DC public schools.

We are missing ‘big sister’ on these babysitting days, though it is also really special to have one-on-one time with the little one.

Let me share an update on our summer art project; my granddaughters turned some old kitchen cabinet doors into paint canvases, making layers of fun. These doors went through a real  metamorphosis!

Here’s how the “BEFORE” for the cabinet doors!

Each girl had their own door to paint, and they worked with acrylic. I made sure to dress them to be messed, and we worked outside as much as possible. We had a bit of yucky weather that kept us inside once or twice, but I was able to set up their art in our basement, using lots of dropcloths – plus, keeping soapy water and wash rags at the ready.  

We began with ‘tape painting.’ The girls applied painters tape to the door, covering the doors in all sorts of different ways with painters tape and then painting. They used a variety of brushes and rollers. When the paint dried, they peeled off the tape – creating wild designs. Then it was time for more tape and a new paint color. Repeat, as needed! 

Our grand finale technique was “splatter painting.” Here, I added shower caps to their protective attire, hoping to keep the acrylic paint from their hair. The girls dipped brushes into new colors of paint and then let this fly through the air to the canvas.

Frog laughed and squealed throughout – which is exactly the reaction I expected. She had so much fun with this splatter paint technique, I found a bonus door for her to paint:

Did you notice that I only have pictures of Frog with the splatter paint? Bird was wide-eyed with horror at this painting technique. I don’t know what worried her –  was it the shower cap? The wild, large motion? The fact that she is potty-training and this was just TOO messy? She was thrilled to play with the bucket of soapy water, but she refused to splatter paint. She sat back in the sandbox and directed her older sister to add paint to her door!! Oh, this made me smile. Isn’t this what all the great mural artists do? Hire assistants to help, to follow their expectations and guidelines?

All this fun painting led to some nature painting, as well. The girls painted on a backyard tree, just for the whimsy of it. Bright paint ended up unexpectedly on the grass and weeds nearby. Without a doubt, the backyard was the perfect location for this fun. And, oh yes, there were various stages of undress during some of the painting…whoops! lol

The doors look wonderful, I think. If we get a school holiday and weather permits, we’ll squeeze in some creative drawing with acrylic markers, letting the girls add additional details to the doors.  Here are the final creations:

We had a fun summer! I hope you did, too.

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Woven Art

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I have this large white wall space above the family room ‘bump out,’ a real focal point of the room, that has been bugging me for months as it sat empty, post-remodeling. What should I hang there? 

I have a beautiful, unique basket that I picked up many years ago – hand-made, local folk art. This flat weaving is created with four inch metal rings, covered with fabric remnants. I’ve never known quite what to do with it – but I loved it, all the same. My gut said – yes, hang this up in the new space! However, it was too small – it would be dwarfed by the wall itself. I loved the look of the basket, but I needed to find two more small pieces of handmade art, and hang these on either side, to balance the display. 

Well, my passive hunt for this wall art ended this past week! At a local crafts fair, I found two 20- inch square rugs that I loved – hand-dyed from sheep’s wool, created in Afghanistan by a women’s cooperative, and sold here by Afghan refugees.

As soon as I saw these small rugs, I knew it – they’d be perfect for the wall. I sewed a small sleeve for a dowel, creating a way to hang these squares, all the while thinking about the women who made the rugs themselves.

My sewing reflections led to a poem, which I’ll share at the end of this post. The wall looks terrific, I think! The rugs are the perfect complement to the basket – let me show you:

woven

with my pinking shears
I cut fabric 
cotton sleeve for a dowel hanger

two small square rugs 
woven by women 
hand-dyed from sheep’s wool
in Afghanistan

women denied the right to work
their survival intertwined with
threads in all the colors of the earth

what do they think about as they weave?

in my sewing box
I find a pack of heavy-duty needles - upholstery rugs coats gloves canvas
a frayed memory unfolds
purchasing these at the corner store in Dupont Circle
years and years and years ago
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              
living on my own 
sewing curtains repairing my futon creating a larger rug 
from my grandmother’s carpet samples
I remember trying to affix fabric to my bookshelves
all by myself giddy with excitement 
corner apartment overlooking Rock Creek Park

this conviction
I can do that!
I am free to do what I like

the carpet needle in hand
I connect the fabric to the rugs
I sew love I sew tears I sew understanding
so grateful for my independence
my life

hand-made rugs holding women’s prayers
art in my home
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Aura of August

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August.

Melting, wilting in a hot muggy daze. The evening approaches with wild, tempestuous storms, bringing precious but momentary relief to the air…and flickering lights. 

That old roof leak cannot be ignored anymore…let’s call for repairs.

August.

June and July were filled with travels; now the summer ends with quiet and slow. 

Here’s a month to “collect ourselves” – get a few chores done around the house, socialize with friends, cook at home (and enjoy lots of fresh vegetables and fruits), slip out in the early morning for a long walk . . . or linger in bed with a good book. 

I’m reading Daniel Nayeri’s Everything Sad is Untrue (a true story) – absolutely delightful writing.

August.

Two days a week, we babysit the granddaughters, which means lots of fun play: playgrounds, Dad’s and Uncles’ old Legos, arts and crafts, puzzles, dolls, playdough, books, and more.

We discovered that one missing puzzle piece leads to finding and playing with many other things.

August.

Hon, when did you buy apples? Did you buy them before or after the granddaughters visited? 

After. Why do you ask?

Well, there are these tiny little bites in the apples, in the fruit basket on the counter. I wanted to believe it was our toddler. Ugh. It is, as I fear – a nighttime visitor. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. 

Time to set a mousetrap.

August.

Black-eyed Susans and crepe myrtles are in bloom everywhere. The milkweed is hearty and strong this year. Lots of bunnies and deer to be seen on my walks. 

There are always surprises to find in nature.

August.

All the teachers in my life are heading back for professional development, with students coming back to school very soon thereafter.

Three years into retirement, it still feels strange not to be stressed in August.

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How Community Works

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I’ve been thinking wistfully about the preschool classroom, remembering how children learned to listen to one another. 

Why is my mind on preschool? 

My heart is heavy from an acrimonious meeting with adults. Those who spoke first essentially determined the agenda. The most emphatic discussion was about whether Robert’s Rules were being followed. People were silenced in the interest of rule-following. So much good community feeling was whittled away, as folks tripped over small procedural details. A few people spoke up over and over and over again; the quiet folks stayed mute; everyone was exhausted by the meeting’s end. 

Dare I say, this was a church meeting? 

Just ugly.

Now, our congregation is working on healing. 

Add my voice to the chorus of voices who say that Robert’s Rules are not very equitable. (Here’s one, if you’re interested.)

Preschoolers learn ‘coming together’ means listening to varied perspectives. We need to participate with open minds…and extend grace to one another.

deciding together

preschool circle time
all of us together

teacher as mediator
traffic light
safety patrol
guide

alongside

tears laughter 
squeals shrieks
wiggles jumps
ups 
d
o
w
n
s 
nonstop 	unpredictable 	
movement

someone
can’t sit still
another squirrels away
there’s a twosome chatting
 rolling playing with each other
oh, and you!
so frustrated you weren’t called first
oops! someone needs to go to the bathroom
worst,
they already did

oh my
how am I to introduce
the ‘big idea’ of the day?

how will we
make decisions
together?

this is how the year begins 
this is the teaching

three year olds
learning how 

to be together

and always
at some imprecise point 
after circling up several times in a day
every single school day
this learning 
suddenly

falls 
into 
place

there is magic 
our community working together

(hopefully, the calendar says October, not June)
 
why do the children know
why do the children show
why do the children sow
community

better than adults?

they
greet one another
look at one another
give space to one another
take turns talking
wait their turn
moderate one’s voice 
listen to and consider ideas of others
build on a friend’s ideas
make decisions together 

they trust community 
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