Make It at Mom's in The Common Room

Descendants and I gather several times a year to work on our scrapbook/photo albums. The activity has gotten a little …. tired? … lately. Half a month ago I sent out an e-mail recalling a former time when we made little people from pine cones and suggesting that we do that again. Bookend daughters were enthusiastic about that, so we arranged it for last Sunday.

I’m not so long for this world, so I wanted to use up a lot of my garnered craft materials – you know – stuff I inherited from two previous generations of women and stuff I’ve acquired for myself. I figured that there was enough beads, sequins, felt, pipe cleaners, pine cones, glue, fabric and fur snips, paint, markers, sticks, glitter, and whatall else that no one need bring anything else. I did ask for lunch as my energy and oxygen are so low these days.

Elder grand daughters were business occupied, but youngest American grand son and his life partner happened by his mother's house as she was leaving and asked to come.

And so …

Youngest daughter, Lisa, well mucked in with glue cotton and glitter.

Steven, neatly working, with tables of bins and boxes of supplies behind him

A Thanksgiving Turkey beginning to develop

Eldest daughter, Susan, who is hosting Thanksgiving dinner and rather has it on her mind, with her turkey.

Granddaughter Elizabeth and her squirrel

Grandson, Alex, Susan and Elizabeth. The view looks across the sunroom (about 30 feet) into the rest of the house.

Susan's Indian (She's on a theme here)

Elizabeth's hedgehog. Later, she put an elf cap on him.

Elizabeth and her owl.

It's gotten dark and late. We've closed the blinds and turned on all the lights. The guys have made elves (which I did not get a chance to photograph) and gone.

Lisa is working on her glittery snow people skiers at the far table. On the closer table, Susan works on a female Indian who will carry a papoose, while her other works and Elizabeth's animals dry.

A little closer look.

Just one more? Ple-e-e-ease?

Elizabeth's reindeer.

They don't want me to put things away. They want to come back next week.

I'm exhausted - and sad because my stupid half-blind eyes and stiff fingers could not make a single thing, although my mind could envision just what I wanted.

I'm saying "Yes" 'cause, outside one small box of pinecones, I can't notice anything missing. Use it up kids.

Some time again......