Looking for things to do at home when the weather is wet and woolly is never a problem for me on my own. I don't know the meaning of boredom. It's not quite the same for the children though. When they are here I sometimes find myself getting unnecessarily uptight about not doing anything creative myself. Yesterday afternoon I decided I ought to do more of combining the two so I got my nine year old boy sketching with a little set of twelve Rowney oil pastels that he hadn't opened since he had them last Christmas.
We lit this arrangement of apples and pears talked about the light source and shadows and both had a crack at a drawing. His is great for a first go I think, and mine shows the need to practise a lot more...it could be a good New Year's resolution.
This little brooch (right) was duly finished for my daughter (age 6) who sees it as a badge of honour to wear to our sewing club in which there are two members - she and I.
Later, after they were in bed I searched in my Christmas Cupboard of Loveliness for tuck! Hoorah - this beautifully packaged box of Turkish delight encased in icing sugar with mixed nuts embedded in the goo. Yum yum roll on Christmas!
