Autumn Means Color!

Boris is sleeping more these days which tells me that the days are getting shorter. Soon it will be Halloween which is also my 30th wedding anniversary. I don’t think that Boris will care much unless he gets a treat and chin scratches. My husband is bit more romantic than I am which is good because he brings me down to earth a little and this makes me more grateful for all the things I have.

Now the best way to hide things from my husband is to put them in plain sight.  Which is why my anniversary gift to him has been hiding out in the living room all these months and which is why I can post it on my blog which never reads.  It’s one of Dr. Ron Lehocky’s hearts that he sells for the Heart Pin Project and I got it at Synergy this summer.  I met Ron, too.  A lovely man.  Part of the auction proceeds from Clayathon 2018 are also going to the Heart Pin Project.

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Speaking of kids and crafts and Autumn and October,  part of the fun of the season is pumpkins: both hunting and decorating.  I helped at the Fleisher Art Memorial’s Pumpkin Painting event at Palumbo Recreation Center in South Philly and got paint on my clothes, face, cell phone, pocketbook and hands.  It all washes out.  Eventually.

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I also got to accompany Mom, Bubbe, Pop, and the Step Potato and the Step Banana to a real live pumpkin patch!

 

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But mostly I wandered around the pumpkin patch.

 

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What Rhymes with Origami?

I did not take kindly to Origami at first.  My brother (the same brother who mastered the paint by numbers set while I was busy flinging the paint on the canvas) got an Origami set one Christmas.  It had lovely paper squares and a little book with  picture after picture of the glorious things you could make with the paper: tiny trees, little boxes and hats, miniature animals.  The book had directions for making each and every one of them and all you had to do was  fold the  paper until the tiny creation manifested itself.  Like magic.

We sat down at the kitchen table and got to work studying the instructions and folding. And turning.  And folding. And creasing.  And folding some more. At the end of the studying and creasing and folding, my brother showed me the perfect crane he’d made.  I looked down at my creases and folds and scowled.  I had made a perfect likeness of a kleenex that someone had used to blow his nose.  My brother tried to make me feel better by showing me how his crane flapped its wings when he pulled its tail, but I only felt worse.  I vowed never to try Origami again.

I have broken many promises that I made to myself when I was younger and life seemed simpler.  I will not go into all of them now,  except to tell you that a few months ago, I went through a spell of Origami mania, watching YouTube videos round the clock, trolling used bookstores for Origami books and starting to collect exotic paper.  I even pulled out the paper I bought years ago in Japan, only because it was pretty mind you and never intending to defile it with a wayward crease.

For the next few months I folded and folded and folded and filled the living room with little boxes, ornaments,  a folded pig for Beading Yoda who collects pigs,  geometric shapes, graduating to Origami dodecahedrons and pyramids.  And then I started making Origami earrings that I sold for awhile. And then I folded, never once having  even tried to make a crane.

So when my friend Jeanne, who is the managing librarian at the Santore Library asked me to help her teach a summertime craft class in Origami, I gulped, said yes and brushed up on my mountain and valley folds.

I had a good time showing the kids how to make star boxes  while Jeanne showed them how to make ornaments.   We had a great time.  And no cranes were harmed during the folding and creasing.

Here are some pictures from the class.