On a return visit, on a particularly freezing and miserable halt term day, the kids wanted to try decopatch. Well, what a weird activity. You first choose an animal at great cost and then tear up little bits of paper (at great cost) and stick them on. The effect I have to admit was quite good and we came away three hours later with a patchwork elephant and a patchwork donkey. Three hours I tell you, three hours to stick bits of tissue on a cardboard animal.
P informed me 10 minutes into the craft that she didn't like glue, that it was sticky so I spent the next 2 hours and 50 minutes sticking and gluing for her. And came home £23 lighter for it. Blimey.
That night, while enjoying a particularly nice red and a good comedy, great sobs and heaves and frightened tears entered the lounge. A was very upset, another nightmare?
"I had a dream that I started the decopatch and ran...out of....paper!" A cried, big salty tears falling down her cheeks.
"Oh my goodness darling, that must have been the scariest dream ever!" I consoled her forcing my tongue out of my cheek.
Oh bless her!
ReplyDeleteI know, dreams are so real aren't they? May nothing more than running out of decopatch paper scare her in the middle of the night..!
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