We woke up to snow. Ok, not a ton, but enough to be seasonal and it was still falling, which is so peaceful and lovely. My three year old and I made the most of it… for 25 minutes, anyway, until the mittens got soaked and fingers got cold. Then it was time to find an inside project. We cut snow flakes and the only thing that is more fun than cutting up paper is gluing it to something!
I entertained myself by “doodling” with the scraps that accumulated. There is something very freeing about having no plan and no thoughts of anyone seeing it. Art is supposed to be about the process, but most of the time I forget this while trying to achieve a particular outcome. I had a great time just gluing stuff down. Cheap therapy.