Showing posts with label Karen. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Karen. Show all posts
Beach Rocks with Colored Pencil
More From My Fruitful Recycle Bin
Who knows how old they are. They got sorted out of Karen's pile of sketches and TRASHED. I saved them!
Karen's Latest
This one's older and I might have shared it already...
Karen hasn't been painting much... she made this picture just to entertain some little girls who were visiting :-)
Karen hasn't been painting much... she made this picture just to entertain some little girls who were visiting :-)
Pipecleaner Horse
Here's something Karen made many years ago. It just came to light when she was cleaning out some junk, and I saved it :-)
Unsupervised Cake Decorating
She asked for fondant, that stuff you can roll or mold. It's basically Play-Doh for cakes. I bought a package at the nearest retailer, Wilton brand, as it happened; then, when I went looking online for instructions, I found everybody saying DO NOT BUY WILTON. And they were right, the stuff tastes awful! I wouldn't taste it, the smell was bad enough. I think at least a few of the kids had a nibble before spitting it out. It wasn't gone rancid or anything, it was just yucky and had intense chemicals.
So they had fun playing with the cake-Play-Doh, then they scraped it all off before cutting.
Don't you think we could have just used Play-Doh?
Here's the actual cream cheese frosting. It was delicious!
So they had fun playing with the cake-Play-Doh, then they scraped it all off before cutting.
Don't you think we could have just used Play-Doh?
Here's the actual cream cheese frosting. It was delicious!
Karen's Latest, and My Organized Mike
I always believed in nature over nurture, based on my reading and personal opinions. What would I say, maybe 75% nature and 25% nurture?
Since being a mother I'm gonna go with 95% nature.
They are BORN the way they are going to be, nothing else to it! What about Karen's amazing artistic talent? Sure, there is a good supply of ordinary-creativity and artistic skills in my family, in that when we do a project, we can make it come out looking nice. That does not explain Karen. Click the "Karen" tag to see more if you haven't been following :-)
When this daughter was three, while the other kids were still scribbling, she'd divide up her kiddie coloring pages into mosaic patterns to make them more complex, and then shade them.
She's been unhappy with the inside of our house for a while now. She didn't have a place set aside for painting, there just isn't enough room for it.
(I feel SO SO SO guilty for having a sewing area set up, and every time the Karen painting space subject came up, I'd start talking out loud about whether I shouldn't be a good mother and sacrifice my sewing area for a painting area. Then one day Karen said, "Did I ever ASK you to give up your sewing area?" She says it's not by a window, so it wouldn't work anyway :-)
The summer's mostly over, but she finally thought about setting her easel up on the deck, and she's been working out there for a while which is really good to see.
Here's what she came up with--
She hasn't decided yet what should be in the foreground :-)
And Mike!
Mikey is SO organized, it's really funny. He wants to know when we're leaving. "As soon as we're all ready," I say, or maybe, "When I feel like it."
That is not okay with Mike. He wants to know what time we're leaving, then he'll walk around being a human countdown timer-- "We're leaving in twenty minutes! We're leaving in ten minutes! We're leaving in five minutes!"
Where on earth did he get that?
I asked Mike to put the fish sticks on the tray with space between them, and this is what I got:
I asked Mike to wash the silverware:
I want Mike to be a fireman when he grows up. With his organization and hard work and his caring people skills, he'll have no problem, and those huge eyes and wide shoulders he's getting, he'll be on the calendar for sure.
Cleanliness, that's another thing they never inherited from me. I'm an old time shirking expert. My poor mother had an impossible time with me from birth onwards, because I was always very careful how I treated my toys, but extremely random about when or if I put them away. I definitely would never CLEAN anything. Housework? I was allergic, and if pressed and given no way out, I'd do it halfway, the first, second and third tries. It was easier for Mom to do it herself and she basically gave up.
But I asked Karen to clean the recycle basket, which was all icky with dried dribbly gunk at the bottom, and this is what I got!
You can't win 'em all.
I asked Dave to put away the dishes...
This, he got from me :-(
Since being a mother I'm gonna go with 95% nature.
They are BORN the way they are going to be, nothing else to it! What about Karen's amazing artistic talent? Sure, there is a good supply of ordinary-creativity and artistic skills in my family, in that when we do a project, we can make it come out looking nice. That does not explain Karen. Click the "Karen" tag to see more if you haven't been following :-)
When this daughter was three, while the other kids were still scribbling, she'd divide up her kiddie coloring pages into mosaic patterns to make them more complex, and then shade them.
She's been unhappy with the inside of our house for a while now. She didn't have a place set aside for painting, there just isn't enough room for it.
(I feel SO SO SO guilty for having a sewing area set up, and every time the Karen painting space subject came up, I'd start talking out loud about whether I shouldn't be a good mother and sacrifice my sewing area for a painting area. Then one day Karen said, "Did I ever ASK you to give up your sewing area?" She says it's not by a window, so it wouldn't work anyway :-)
The summer's mostly over, but she finally thought about setting her easel up on the deck, and she's been working out there for a while which is really good to see.
Here's what she came up with--
She hasn't decided yet what should be in the foreground :-)
And Mike!
Mikey is SO organized, it's really funny. He wants to know when we're leaving. "As soon as we're all ready," I say, or maybe, "When I feel like it."
That is not okay with Mike. He wants to know what time we're leaving, then he'll walk around being a human countdown timer-- "We're leaving in twenty minutes! We're leaving in ten minutes! We're leaving in five minutes!"
Where on earth did he get that?
I asked Mike to put the fish sticks on the tray with space between them, and this is what I got:
I asked Mike to wash the silverware:
I want Mike to be a fireman when he grows up. With his organization and hard work and his caring people skills, he'll have no problem, and those huge eyes and wide shoulders he's getting, he'll be on the calendar for sure.
Cleanliness, that's another thing they never inherited from me. I'm an old time shirking expert. My poor mother had an impossible time with me from birth onwards, because I was always very careful how I treated my toys, but extremely random about when or if I put them away. I definitely would never CLEAN anything. Housework? I was allergic, and if pressed and given no way out, I'd do it halfway, the first, second and third tries. It was easier for Mom to do it herself and she basically gave up.
But I asked Karen to clean the recycle basket, which was all icky with dried dribbly gunk at the bottom, and this is what I got!
You can't win 'em all.
I asked Dave to put away the dishes...
This, he got from me :-(
Karen's latest car scribble
The silly gadget actually saved the jpg file properly this time instead of scrambling it :-)
Karen's Reject Pile Again
I found Karen at it again, cleaning out one of her filing cabinet drawers full of old pictures. Crumple, toss, crumple, toss. I found these already wadded up, and ironed them.
I come from a family of unashamed dumpster-divers :-)
I come from a family of unashamed dumpster-divers :-)
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