this is my manicure: tales from an elementary art teacher
i have precisely two white articles of clothing that i wear...never!
because if i'm not pouring for winery guests, i'm in the middle of awesome with my art students. in previous posts i've shared my feelings about glitter. and i'm certainly not one to shy away from gyotako (fish printing) with real tilapia from the local asian market in '10.
this week, "can we do tie dye?" forecast: rain. "please!?" if i didn't love them so much, you know. we figure these things out together. tie dye inside happened, my working relationship with custodial staff intact.
then sixth grade spray paint outside happened. (spring is in the air people, it's all good, just stand upwind from said spray cans in effect during legal graffiti and everyone's happy.)
this is why i do not waste money on professional manicures. (though i'm sure the sheer amount of clorox wipes my skin has absorbed in the last decade has antiseptic, if not a humorous karmic, balance.)
and i truly did see this at an upscale clothing store: jeans that had been splattered with paint selling for $250. "that's my everyday world for free" i told a friend, "maybe i should start a boutique!"
because my days are wonderful and they are messy. monday: 3D fabric coiling, paper marbling, pause to coach students through conflict resolution, let glue guns and tempers cool, answer emails, clay, wax, take a phone call, origami, down a protein shake, solve kindergarten marker dispute, give out band aid, hang drop cloths to dry, send cards in the mail, post attendance, wash out brushes and repeat...i am stained beyond belief and i am smiling.
"look what i made!" their eyes shining with pride...makes it all worthwhile.
because if i'm not pouring for winery guests, i'm in the middle of awesome with my art students. in previous posts i've shared my feelings about glitter. and i'm certainly not one to shy away from gyotako (fish printing) with real tilapia from the local asian market in '10.
this week, "can we do tie dye?" forecast: rain. "please!?" if i didn't love them so much, you know. we figure these things out together. tie dye inside happened, my working relationship with custodial staff intact.
then sixth grade spray paint outside happened. (spring is in the air people, it's all good, just stand upwind from said spray cans in effect during legal graffiti and everyone's happy.)
this is why i do not waste money on professional manicures. (though i'm sure the sheer amount of clorox wipes my skin has absorbed in the last decade has antiseptic, if not a humorous karmic, balance.)
and i truly did see this at an upscale clothing store: jeans that had been splattered with paint selling for $250. "that's my everyday world for free" i told a friend, "maybe i should start a boutique!"
because my days are wonderful and they are messy. monday: 3D fabric coiling, paper marbling, pause to coach students through conflict resolution, let glue guns and tempers cool, answer emails, clay, wax, take a phone call, origami, down a protein shake, solve kindergarten marker dispute, give out band aid, hang drop cloths to dry, send cards in the mail, post attendance, wash out brushes and repeat...i am stained beyond belief and i am smiling.
"look what i made!" their eyes shining with pride...makes it all worthwhile.
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