Valentine's Day is big around here. Jesse and I started dating (okay, kissed...) on Valentine's Day fifteen years ago. (Fifteen years ago!) And so we have always celebrated. And then, it's a lot of fun to prepare for, when things are a bit bleak and grey. Elsa and David worked on Valentines for several days. I thought we might do a bunch of heart stamping for their classroom Valentine's, but they had other ideas. They each made a kind of smorgasbord of valentines. Some heart butterflies, some painted hearts, some doilies with stickers, some glittery creations. My house was covered with glitter--I did discover that Elsa was sprinkling glitter in her and David's hair, and calling it fairly dust...great.
And then, we made these:
Hmmm...these are hard to see, and it sure does make me realize that the windows are totally gross. I remember when we got these new windows (we had some lead issues in this 1917 house) I had a moment of thinking how excited I was that they would be easy to clean. I quickly got a hold of myself however, and you guessed it, I don't clean them--at least not the outside. But, anyway, the window hearts--we made them last year, and I love them. You just grate up pink, white, and red crayons, but them between two sheets of wax paper, and iron them. Then cut out hearts. They are really pretty--I have to admit that in totally un-eco fashion, I actually bought some crayons to make them. For some reason, crayons are not our craft medium of choice--we all prefer colored pencils and markers, so we had no leftover crayons-we used them last year. Then we gave them out to the neighborhood, which was great fun.
I made this for David:
I used pipe cleaners for the body, a first for me, and then wrapped roving all around it and needle felted it.
I made this for Elsa:
Elsa made Daddy and me some beautiful valentines--check the blog header. David made some too, although he is more of the give them immediately school of thought.
We read lots of valentine stories and it was a nice, sweet day.
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