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Kenz and I spend a lot of time together, as many of you know. I'm a SAHM, she's an only child, I am truly her best friend. But it means a lot of two-year old style playing. And sometimes, truthfully, it bores me. So everyday we at least do something artsy, art being what I actually enjoy doing. It's mostly little coloring projects, but the other day I wanted to try something a little different.
I remembered doing paper mache in art class over a balloon. I didn't have any balloons in the house, so I chose two small containers (a small cake pan and an empty feta container). My planned project was to make little baskets which, once dry, we'd decorate for Easter and put eggs in and I'd be super-mommy and life would rock. So I mixed equal parts flour and water (a good way to get rid of all that white flour I had gotten for an ancient baking venture), cut up some newspaper into strips, and into the yard we went.
Kenzi loved it. Well, she loved playing with the goo anyway. Which was fine. She'd coat herself, hold her hands up, and say "Montsa! I monsta! Grrroowww" A very scary monster indeed. So I paper mache'd (sp?) while she pretended and it was a pleasant afternoon.
I set our/my finished 'baskets' on the front porch to dry, we took baths, and waited until the next day to complete phase two: decoration.
You remember the mention of using a balloon in class before? Well, turns out, that was because you could pop it, and then remove it, leaving only the hardened form behind. It also turns out, that it's rather hard to pop a metal cake pan. Same goes for the feta container.
Who'da thunk it? (Please refrain from answering this.) The feta-mold came off in chunks, while the cake pan had to be soaked overnight.
(At least it could be composted?...)
Sigh. I guess I should just stick to drawing circles with crayons for awhile....