before. And now that I think about it, I can't quite believe that the kids have
not experienced the fun of painting their very own plaster object before. Does
it sound like I am making fun? Because I am not.
I love (love) those paint your own pottery places. I love them so much that
I could have sat there all day, alone, painting one piece after another, never
getting bored. My wish is for someone to pay me to sit there and paint. I want
that to be my job.
Anyway, the kids had a great time.
And they paint the way they live, which is fascinating.
There's the kid who narrated his every move. "Now I'm going to
use the little brush and paint blue here. No here. Here and here." I
think we can also call him the indecisive one.
Then there's the kid who painted with such a serious look on his face that
I stopped him midway through to ask if he needed to use the bathroom. He looked
like he was holding it in.
Next we had the little girl who sang her way through painting her mini cookie jar.
She's a little bit like Janice from the Muppets. You know the one, long straight hair,
who moves her head in a Stevie Wonder kind of way all the time because she
hears music in her head.
And then the little one. Who, I think, thought we were there for her
favorite activity: finger painting. A paintbrush did not even come near her
dirty little hands after the first three minutes of painting.
I can't wait to pick up their creations and add them to our painted pottery
collection. Yeah, we have a collection, although as the years go by and the kids
get older and more prone to holding their own plates, that collection gets
smaller and smaller.
Josh and I began our collection around the time we got engaged. We visited
Our Name is Mud in NYC an obscene number of times and spent more than an obscene
amount of money there, creating a set of dishes for our newly married life.
Cute, right? Except for the fact that the company discontinued the plates we
were making (square ones with a rim, if you really really know) halfway through the set.
At the end of the day(s), we left with four or five dinner plates, four soup bowls,
three serving pieces and a napkin holder. Not quite service for eight, but you
know, paper plates are good too.
Fun for all. And I say all, because Josh got to take a nap in the car while we were all
And if you're not celebrating - Happy Sunday!