As soon as it was time to put away the ornaments and leftover wrapping paper, the stores had their shelves stocked with tempting treats for the next holiday on our calendar, Valentine’s Day . I was honestly shocked when I walked into Target in the 1st few days of the New Year and saw all things pink, red, and sweet lining the aisles already. As a result, I have spent the past few weeks wondering what Valentine’s Day craft I might want to do. Quick, cheap, cute, and kid-friendly were all adjectives I wanted to hit with this project. So, when I looked at several new flour sack kitchen towels I had received for the holidays, I thought why not decorate some of our own using the whimsical method we all remember from our own childhoods, potato stamps.
We LOVE pom poms in our house. Correction, 3 out 4 of us do; I am pretty sure my husband cringes when he comes home and sees them scattered throughout the house. We play with them in all sorts of ways: drop them through paper towel tubes, put them in “egg carton trains”, play the “pick up game” of throwing them in the air and then collecting them. We just discovered the fun of throwing them on top of our sheet fort and watching them roll down. The joy that comes on my toddlers face when she gets to squeeze a bunch of them in her hands is priceless. So, when I came across this pom pom wreath idea in the latest Sunset magazine, I decided to turn it into a craft activity with my 3 year old.
I was recently playing around on Etsy and came across a listing for some old library checkout card pockets. Remember those? The little manila slots that the library checkout cards were tucked in to? Those were the days prior to scanning bar codes, when searches were done by card catalog and book checkout consisted of the librarian stamping a date next to your name on one of the cards inserted into a pocket inside the cover. I have a soft spot for this type of nostalgia. It is odd to think that my kids aren’t going to know anything other than a computer search and a zap with a scanner on the way out the door.
There is a simple beauty in a painting done by a 3-year-old. While they aren’t quite able to draw people, places and things, they can swirl, twist and mash a paintbrush like no other. I often like to find ways to turn these masterpieces into the things that my son will someday be able to draw on his own. In this case…leaves.