It may surprise you to hear that I don’t have a history of doing crafty projects with my kids all of the time. My kids are plenty creative, but they’ve always preferred to do their making on their own terms. They’re not much for planned projects. That’s why, when I said, “hey, do you guys want to make some snowflakes?” it took roughly two weeks for someone to finally take me up on it.
My little victim partner this time was Eamonn, who had enough patience to make four snowflakes – two that were technical disasters and two that were quite fetching, as paper snowflakes go. The trick, I told him after the first two fell apart in his hands, is to make sure you don’t completely cut the folded side. That folded side is what is holding the whole thing together.
We hung our snowflakes, his two and my four, in the dining room. We may not have a table in here still, but we’ve got our own personal small-scale Winter wonderland.
In fact, a table would just get in the way… a guy’s gotta be able to take a stroll through the falling snow when he wants to, doesn’t he?