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It’s been a Craftastic day! I can’t help it, I’ve had that word in my head for a week! That and “Great Googily Moogily.” They’re addictive, these fantastical expressions. Try using them. You’ll see. You’ll be stuck on them like your first cup of coffee, stuck. What, you don’t steal words from small children’s cartoons and incoorporate them into your vocabulary? It’s just me, huh?

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Anyhow, the boy and I got to crafting this afternoon. I dumped my box of vintage fabric scraps on the dining room table and we set to work doing a little mixed media fabric collage. Boy Wonder was all excited because it meant he got to use my new cutting tools and the iron. What is it about boys and tools? Don’t go there. I’m shocked I was so calm, considering my child was brandishing both a knife and a hot iron.

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Calming it was. It’s been a two mocha a day, so the calm was welcomed! I feel like I’ve been running since I stumbled out of bed. There has been glorious light here on the North Coast this week, and I’ve been taking advantage of it shooting photos for Thrifty Goodness. I’ve been a bit manic in the process, though. Running about in my handmade pjs not bothering to get dressed, up and down the stairs between the sunlit rooms, the disaster in my craft room, and my computer in the living room serving as a make-shift office. Sometimes, you forget to breathe.

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The afernoon was so theraputic, even Snickers wanted in on the scene. Boy Wonder is usually such a chatty companion, no matter what he’s doing. But even he fell into a contented silence, concentrating on his collage. He dreams big this boy and wouldn’t settle for a simple pattern. It’s interesting to watch him work and see his process; we are so different and I find his approach inspiring. He’s just beginning he says—but likes working with these fabrics. “You know, Mom, these vintage fabrics are like art themselves.” That’s my boy!

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I may be crafty, but this boy, this boy is an artist. I can’t wait to see it finished. He’s been checking in every so often, “What do you think of it so far?” I think it’s magnificent!

It’s Friday. On a cold but clear day here on the edge of the world, we spent the afternoon doing a little art therapy. What did you do today to lower your blood pressure?