I read beautiful and inspiring blogs by creative and inspiring women. These women lead beautiful lives in creative homes, surrounded by their creative and beautiful children. Above all, the blogs I read are full of beautiful handmade things and creative and inspiring activities that fill their lives and time, beautifully.
Sometimes I come close. I have a fit of inspiration. A lightening bolt moment. But for every one of those moments, there are 15 things that didn't work. A yard of wasted linen and a bottom of a bag sewed on completely wrong. A drawer full of small projects that need to be unpicked, unglued, unravelled and fixed.
Art projects with Ellis that start with a beautiful idea of Crafty Crow proportions...but end up with mess and bubbles.
However, it doesn't end there. I didn't successfully make a single thing to share with you today. We did nothing extra-ordinary. There is no pretty activity that I can exclaim about. But...we had a blast. The art project failed, but the bubbles were a hit. The walk was the same one we do everyday, but today he played for ages with a tall bit of grass and some snow:
A two year old has a way of reminding you that its the process, not the product, that matters.