Paper Antics

Our creative efforts this week have revolved around paper. That over abundantly used resource, that finds its way into every nook and cranny of our life. I am forever at a loss as to how to reuse it efficiently and to give appropriate awe to all the creations it finds itself in in our household. There is paper everywhere! Drawings, sculptures, letters, paintings, origami, bills, lists, lists of lists, flotsam, jetsam and scraps of hieroglyphics from long gone phone calls. It is a never-ending influx. So…. we have been thinking about how to have an outflux without having to just throw it away or burn it. Enter blender…. followed closely by moulds and paint. We mooshed, (mushed? It sounds so much better when you say moooooooshed!). Anyway, I digress. We mooshed it all up and made a great mess in the process. The water flowed out the top of the blender, much to the children’s delight. Then we squeezed the excess water out through a sieve. This part felt so deliciously good. Finally, we pressed it into cookie moulds and laid them in the sun to dry for a few days. (You can bake them on a really low heat if you are impatient) Lo and behold it wasn’t long before we has some fantastic little sculptures to decorate and stick/hang up all over the house. They are now dangling in windows, hanging over beds and creeping ever so slowly in the night across the top of the rafters. And all that left over mooosh? What did we do with that? Made it into paper bricks to BURN in the winter of course.

Paper Bricks - perhaps we should build rather than burn?

More beautifully but not so recycally, we made pinwheels from some origami paper. We coloured in the blank side and cut and folded and pinned and wahlah, we have a bouquet on our dinner table. They are even lovelier when you eat outside because they spin in the breeze. Of course the weather must permit which is not always guarenteed here in the south!

Pencil Pinwheels

Flames and Fireflies

The beautiful flame

We’ve had an adventurous night! The fire brigade turned up at dinner time and assured us it was a great time for a burn off, so we have been surrounded by smoke and flames all evening. It was actually a little eerie. The girls danced around like fireflies. It was like a ritual, as though they couldn’t have kept still even if they’d wanted to. The fieries (faeries?) were fantastic and let them have a go with the hoses and climb on the truck but mostly they just wanted to dance. If I wasn’t such an adult I would’ve joined them. Flames are beautiful aren’t they. Especially when they are under control. There is something almost timeless or mythical about them. Like they have a story to tell. A fierce and deep story. I’m looking forward to learning it. God must have had a particularly brilliant thought when he created fire.

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