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Monday, April 30, 2012

Small things

A couple of days ago, I randomly picked up a small ball of multi-colored scrap yarn left over from one of my many crochet projects and turned it over in my hand. It was the size of a baseball, not much good for anything and yet too big to justify just tossing in the trash.
I had saved similar scraps with vague intentions of donating them to the scrap stashes of my son's daycare and yet they never seemed to make it there. Just got shuffled around in my yarn basket for a few months and then scooped into a garbage bag in a short-lived fit of efficiency-driven de-cluttering.

This time was different though. I was going to do something that went against every clean, neat, organized-librarian fiber of my being. I handed Scrappie and my little purple scissors to my son who looked up at me questioningly.

Me: "Henry, how would you like to cut yarn?"
His eyes got HUGE.
Henry: "All up?!"
Me: "Yep, all up. Have fun."

So simple and best of all, FREE.

Yeah, I have fuzzy acrylic fibers ground into my rug now and a shoebox full of yarn bits destined for the circular file. Yeah, I'll have to vacuum at least twice to get them out. But that's not the point. For that brief span of time, I watched Henry happily amuse himself by snipping away.

Now, if I come across him tearing through an expensive good-fiber skein, I won't be quite as indulgent. Hmm...perhaps should clarify this a bit better.


  1. Grandma could use Henry to cut up all the pieces of paper that have personal stuff on it and then deposit it to my fire pit all the paper is in the pit we will get marshmellows, chocalat and graham crackers and roast smores....

  2. you are such a good, loving mom, mindy. xo

  3. Aw! Thanks Christine! Sometimes I think it's the mild-insanity winning. "If you can't beat them, join them." :o)