Although I write … or usually can write when I’m not as depleted as I’ve been lately … any other artistic skills escape me. My oldest daughter is a wonderful artist, as is my youngest son, and my older son is a musician, but I live within the limitations of words.
This being a rainy day in Seychelles and me doing what I can to keep the kids busy, happy and living with a semblance of normal life, we needed a project for this dreary Sunday. With some donations of scraps and bits from my dear friend, Andrew, we made sock puppets; then Sam put on puppet shows for Cj and me.
Good thing the kids aren’t too picky about perfection in puppets, as my design and application leave a lot to be desired. Working together helped, even though I now have about 3 dozen tiny holes in my fingers.
It’s so good that some things still bring such a big smile with them.