Let's all clear the air here (in case you didn't already know), that this Mama is not crafty.
In fact, there was a point last year when I threw every last marker in our house away. BANNED! Forever! Paint, clay, and all the rest, you ask? I laugh. You think I'd let that in my house? The last stash of play-doh the boys got in their Christmas stocking was probably all thrown in the trash by New Year's.
I'm really mean like that. I'm so not even joking.
I have this friend in real life who is ALSO a blog stalker. This is a big deal. She goes by "Karen" on the blog. I'll leave her real identity a secret. She has markers at her house. And pant. And glitter.
Because she knows how deprived my children are, she generously is sharing her craft plans with me. Baby-crafter over here literally needs someone to photo copy craft plans, arrange the plans and supplies in separate folders, and then hand deliver them to my door. Karen is sweet. She is also a craft enabler.
On Monday the older boys did a craft. Sunday was the Roman Catholic church's celebration of the Virgin Mary's birthday. We made birthday cards for Mary and put them on the mantle.
Because I had a total breakdown on Labor Day and went to the store and bought all the necessary school supplies to put our boys in the public school, I accidentally had markers in the house. They were surprisingly useful.
Welp, that was interesting
3 weeks ago