It's my son's birthday tomorrow, and I am a terrible mother. I forgot to plan for something special to give his classmates at the end of the school day. This morning, knowing that the teacher does not like the parents to give out cupcakes or candies, he asks what else can he give them...pencils? erasers? granola bar? I am running around trying to get ready to take him to school and it dawns on me...what's cheap, in the house and fun? Rocks. I love rocks. We've got rocks everywhere.
I show him a google image of a pet rock, one of my favorite crafts of the 1970's. He goes for it! Out he runs and quickly chooses 31 perfect rocks from the garden and we quickly wash them before heading out the door at 8:10 a.m.
I'm excited. I had scheduled "art time" for myself today, and this may not be of the same calibre of painting a picture or making a fused glass piece, but I'm up for it! I painted each one alien green, drying them off in the oven between coats. Then, with a paint pen, I gave them a few different faces, amazed at how each one seemed to take on a personality of it's own.
While all the paint was drying, I found a cute "how to care for your rock" instructional piece, which I included with each rock.