In any event, I've held on to every bit of crafty-type nonsense that's come into my life over the past umpteen years with the intention of one day making good use of them, and possibly even eventually becoming that artist I once thought I was. I've always managed to maintain at least a wee bit of creativity in my life by way of crochet, but have never found time for the oodles of paint, glitter, ribbon, paper, markers, pencils and what-not that I have filling an entire closet (and part of the garage).
Then last week it dawned on me. Maybe the kids would like some of this stuff?
And guess what?