Bounce, bounce, bounce.

Yesterday I had an interesting experience that indirectly involved a bouncy house . I was the featured artist to do arts and crafts and an annual festival in NC. In the past the children came in droves to make and create. This year they bounced and bounced and bounced. In 3 hours I had less the 10 children make and create.
Instead the bounced and bounced and bounced...
The few that did make and create made beautiful doll pins using African print fabric, yarn, popsicle sticks, felt,
beads, a shell and
their creativity.

Below is the finished from the pieced that were made at the make and create a couple of years ago.
There was no bouncy house that year.
Here a couple of the children that made doll pins this year. 
When I see my own Grandchildren in a bouncy house I smile. I even bounce a few time. This time the bouncy house made me sad. Right now I am feeling childish and immature.
In the end the only thing that really matters is that the children are safe and happy,
Bounce, bounce, bounce...

Peace and Stitch,

1 comment:

Rachel said...

I don't think you are being childish. There is a time and a place for things. Bouncing in a bounce house is not making art.