Two weeks ago when I turned thirty, I opened a card from my artistic friend Yvonne, and got a lappful [sic] of intricately cut paper… which turned out to be handmade snowflakes, some of the prettiest I’ve seen.
Last night I hung them on my windowpanes, thinking warm and happy thoughts.
Her creativity got me in the mood, so this afternoon I assembled supplies and kids and we began snipping. This year Regan and Aarick are both old enough to manhandle a scissors through six layers of paper. And Kelly armed herself similarly, creating her own snow from our scraps: about an inch accumulation of confetti shards blanketing table and floor.
I learned two new techniques. How to make shapes…
…and what a nice twist a hole punch adds. Not so snowflakey, but fun nonetheless.
Do you make paper snowflakes? Here’s a pretty how-to if you want to learn. Click on the arrows beside “1 of 8” to move to the next slide.
We got rather lost in the snowstorm, wondered where the hours went, and came out with great difficulty just in time for supper… and the sudden fracturing of the Coblentz/Nisley world. Jesus, no.
He watched every shard fall.
Maybe I will say more later. Right now I have no words; I just want to pound my fists on God’s chest.