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Family-themed art is a look into one's living room; it depicts celebration, crises, and the quiet moments of familial interactions.
SERENITY
March 2020, the world had forever changed due to COVID 19. We were afraid to leave our houses. Online ordering increased, especially for food delivery, from the supermarket and whichever fast-food store was open and delivering. Children were staying at home, doing virtual school. My daughter included and she had just quit her part time, weekend job at an amusement park. School hours were 10am to 4 pm Mon to Fri, week in, week out. I wanted to give my daughter something to combat the boredom and monotony, of what her life had become. She was always artistic, and I had seen it on social media, it was inexpensive and all parts were included. I answered the add, ordered the kit and waited with bated breath for it to come in the mail. I was more excited for it's arrival than my daughter. . And the day came..in a long, narrow rectangular box was my anticipation.. GLASS BEADING KIT!!! I opened it, didn't even give her the chance to have the honor. A sticky mat, with a colorful, numbered diagram and corresponding numbered bags of colorful beads. The placement tool, with accompanied tip attachments, sticky putty and a set of narrow-tipped tweezers and a tray to hold the glass gems to make bead retrieval easier. I was so excited, opened it on the table and encouraged my daughter to join in. I also had purchased an additional tool kit, so we bead-simultaneously. This should and could be an Olympic Sport.
By Antonia Webber5 years ago in Families
The Game is Afoot
Crafting is a solitary endeavor. While the final products are gifted and shared and passed down, the act of creation happens alone. Hours spent slicing fabric and fingers with blades you guard with your life and threaten bodily harm should someone else DARE cut their hair with the fabric scissors or trim the bonsai with the detailing paper scissors. Gluing, sewing, sanding, punching done in just the right form with just the right materials creates art.
By Becky Hansen5 years ago in Families
Adaptation
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter, I hear her footsteps rapidly approaching. Eagerly, my three year old daughter exclaims "I want to help!" Any moment I find to work on my art I know it is only a matter of time before she wants to "help mommy." Shortly after, a loud squeal pierces the air as one of my twin 7 month old daughters reminds me it's time to eat. I look over and the other twin has spit up all over herself. Studio time is not as easy to come by as it once was, even finding a moment alone to brush my teeth can be a challenge! After becoming a mother of three, I knew I would have to get creative if I wanted to be able to continue making art.
By Shelley Scott Smolen5 years ago in Families
Why does anybody need SIX pair of scissors?!
Let me tell you why… It was a wonderful spring morning. The barn was full of soft filtered light with a group of Angora goats to greet me. On the wall covered in a full year of dust, Scissors number one, my 100-year-old shearing scissors waiting for their next use. My goats standing before me hoping to be the first to have their heavy coats of hair cut from their bodies. I set out for a day of haircuts to turn them from a bunch of mop heads into a coiffured bunch of beauties.
By Beth Tabor5 years ago in Families
Creative baking
hello everyone my name is Angela, I’m 36 years old with two beautiful children and a part time job .. but this isn’t where my story starts .. it all started when I was about 9 years old , during Christmas time my mother had her good’ol fashioned cookie recipe as always .. this was about the age she taught me to bake amongst other crafty things, I fell in love. Baking became absolutely fascinating to me .. I want to say by the age of 12 I was already learning to bake and use an oven properly .. at this moment ill never for get my first time trying to make homemade oatmeal cookies, I thought I had used the proper ingredients as needed I was so proud of my self at this point thinking wow I’m ganna have the hole family so proud of me too as I popped my balled up oatmeal cookies in the oven as a few min passed thinking I was baking as the time needed .. I took out my cookies from the oven only to notice they where still in large balls and very hot at this point as I try to smoosh them down .. I let them sit and cool as I looked for my mother in the house wanting to know y my cookies didn’t bake properly .. she came to the kitchen to notice my cookies still in a ball shape .. she asked what did you do .. of course I said I don’t know I thought I put all the proper ingredients I needed she giggled as she picked one up and said these are hard as a rock my family laughed .. it was hard to take in and a let down wanting to make the perfect cookies all by my self at the age of 12 .. but my mom just told me it’s ur first try practice makes perfect almost wanting to give up I didn’t, I pursued baking for the next few years as well as arts and crafts creating curing and glueing all kinds of this together for creative decorating .. by the time I graduated high school I felt like a professional decorating and baking for family birthday party’s .. by the time I had my first child in 2007 baking slowed down for me as having a full time job and child wasn’t easy but I never gave up my dreams a few years later I decided weekends would be my time to bake .. but all this baking was going no where and my family was burned out on all my sweet treats , so I decided to make a lil extra cash and do a bake sale but the honest truth is I was more excited for pe to try my baking then making money to the point where I would most of the time give my treats away for free instead of selling them , it made me feel so good inside. I eventually decided to move my bake sale to the streets I would be everywhere I walked in parking lots in side small business offering my treats at a low low price almost free .. at this point I’ve become so popular in my neighborhood that’s I had made business cards and the orders started rolling In, I couldn’t believe it the most happiest baking moment of my life .. although life has not been easy for me moving twice a year where ever I could afforded from state to state I never gave up on my dreams to own my own baking shop one day till this day I’m still working twords my dreams getting closer and closer and I’ve also have found ways to be creative enough to emerge my baking and my crafting all into one .. people from all over love my creative ideas , and deep down inside that makes me feel amazing to know people out there really love my stuff .. just know this, no matter how hard life gets for you or how old you are it’s never to late to give up on what makes you happy even if it’s not perfect because what might not be perfect to you in someone else’s eyes it’s a masterpiece. Practice makes perfect .. and baking is my happy and that alone is perfect enough . Thank you 🥰
By angela rodriguez5 years ago in Families
Framing A Life
We are all different; we did not fit in with the everyday household scissors, cutting open plastic and packages. We simply waited on the store shelf for the right, right-handed person to unleash our creative abilities. Eventually, a man came along in the craft store and plucked us from the shelf, all of us.
By Andrea Raine5 years ago in Families
Framing A Life
We are all different; we did not fit in with the everyday household scissors, cutting open plastic and packages. We simply waited on the store shelf for the right, right-handed person to unleash our creative abilities. Eventually, a man came along in the craft store and plucked us from the shelf, all of us.
By Andrea Raine5 years ago in Families
Life And Passion
Somethings in life make me happy. While other things in life make me sad. If you had to go around and ask people on what there passionet about what would they say? Maybe they would say, Sky diving, Or Bungie Jumping, Or Free Falling, Or maybe somthing bold, Or something totally scary. If that where me. I would say no to all of that. The thing in my life that I am most passionet about is all of my activites that I like to do. And not just I, Or me, But what Holly Like's to do. Wich is Knitting, And Coloring, And drawing, And Acting, Going out for plays. Why are there so many thing's you may ask? Because each and every thing that I just said has a special meaning to them. 1. My knitting, I love to knit because I love to always keep my self busy and my hands going all the time. If I am not moving all the time I am board. Also, After my dad had his stroak I learned that knitting was a big stress releiver for you to be doing. I read it from a flyer at the hospital that he was in. The other reasion on why I love to knit, Is because just knowing on how happy I can make other's feel when I give them my finished prduct really bring's joy to my life. It puts a smile on othere's faces. And really brighten's up there day. 2. How coloring make's me passionet is because, When I color I feel free. I feel like I am in charge. Like I can get to decide on what to do and how to do thing's in life. Because you are choosing on what colors you want. And how your picture is going to look. I feel like the world is at peace like it should be. I feel like I am on a wonderful vacation. That is where my drawing and coloring combine. The feeling what I get from my coloring, and drawing, And knitting, Is like that wonderful vatation feeling, The feeling of the warm sand, And the clear water, And the softness between your toes from the sand. The Beautifule trees, And the pretty flower,s Pink, And Purple and Spring. Also all of the animal sounds the birds how they chirp that beautifule song each morning as you wake up. That is the feeling that I get when I am knitting, Or Coloring, Or Drawing, It really sweeps me away and takes me on a vacation even though I am not. 3. I bet you are asking on how does going out for play's make me passionet? When I go out for plays, They make me feel happy, They make me feel on who I am, To where I can stand out and shine. To where I dont have to be afraid any more of life. I love going out for play's because, You are not alone or by your self any more. Even though you may not know any one at first. You will get to know them. And you will feel like family, And you will feel like you have friends. And someone you can count on. You will feel like you can spread your wings and fly. Like you are being lifted up in to the stars. Like you can prucue any dream that you have. Like you are famous and you are in HollyWood. One more reason on how going for plays makes me passionet, Is because I love being able to make others happy. And just being able to put a smile on someones face for a couple of nights until the play is over with. And until the next one begings. I love knowing that I have made a change in someones life. After all maybe someone had a horrable day. And for that one second you changed it all around. Because you where eithor in a play, Or you Drew them a nice picture, Or you colored them a picture, Or you took the time to knit them a scarf, Or a hat, Or fingerless gloves, Or a bow, that that they could where in there hair. Thoes are the things in my life that make me passionet.
By Holly Hernandez5 years ago in Families
Crafting: The Ultimate Recharge
On June 7th, 2019 I got the phone call no parent wants. My daughter had a mass removed, a cyst, "nothing to worry about" the doctor told us over and over again, about 3 weeks earlier. "I have good news in bad news. The bad news is your daughter has cancer, the good news is it is treatable. Any questions?"
By Heather Noll DeMill5 years ago in Families
Painting to Inspire
My good scissors slice through watercolor paper, the initiation of putting together my babies' first art project. The items spread out on the table are cobbled together from years of art supplies. Some from my college days as a visual art student, a decade and more in my rear view. A few are from assisting my parents in building stock in their craftshow driven business. Most of my craft supplies come from my volunteer days with grief camp, a counselor of six and seven year olds who's main commonality was the death of someone dear to their hearts. Felt balls, pipe cleaners, foam letters, tiny, colorful clothespins.
By Katlin Smith 5 years ago in Families
