'Where are the girls?'
|Drawing on the stairs|
While family get togethers are never quiet at 502 Spruce, this particular part of the family orchestration is missing just now. After lunch, after the first load of dishes is sloshing in the washer, after the leftovers subject to spoilage are stowed in the fridge or the subfreezing back porch, after guys, large or small, have settled in for a nap, styrofoam trees, pompoms, ribbons, candies and hot glue guns transform the kitchen counter into Christmas craft central.
An hour later, there are pompoms, gum drops, and peppermint wrappers on the floor, hot glue strings on the counter, the aroma of burnt marshmallows and melted M&Ms on the hot glue guns. Aaron is a brave soul and glues his gumdrops like a restorer of an ancient Etruscan mosaic.
|What the guys think of crafting|
On the second floor I read the story of where the girls have been. In the office a two handed basket with a baby doll, eyes closed, within and another snoozing alongside, under the big desk. Plenty of room to picture the two little girls, criss cross Applesauce, making believe. When I carry my clean laundry into our bedroom, there's an unfolded Missouri road map, a little red suitcase with Going to Grandma's on the side. It is probably 25 years old. There is also a vintage shiny black Barbie case. The Barbies' hairdos are a dead giveaway that the case just about meets the definition of a genuine antique. Next to one case is a little notepad, a signature clue that like Kilroy, Lizzie has been here. What destination did they see when they dropped their suitcases on the rug near the sunporch?
I'm only guessing, of course. What does a petrified grandma know?
She can hope the big white house is a castle full of wonder and as many fairy tales as two little mommies, or globetrotters,or princesses can imagine.
|Aaron's finished product|
P.S.....Gabe is not anti Christmas craft...he was at a bowling party!