We’ve had a busy Memorial Day. The kids went swimming with my husband and I cleaned Sunny’s room—her carpet is beige, in case I forget again— and had mango sorbet with my friend Grace, and when the kids came back and were bored, we did crafts together.
We colored wooden beads with markers and I told a few stories about the people I especially remember on this day—though not only today: their great-grandparents and great-uncles, and our cousins and the few (thank heavens) friends I’ve lost over the years, through age, accident, disease or war.
We strung the the beads onto pipecleaners and made bracelets and anklets and collars for stuffed animals.
It was a good day.
This is the project the kids wanted to do, but though we do mantain a pretty awesome craft closet, we weren’t equipped for it and I am no carpenter: