my friend katie is 9. i know, i know, everytime i call her my friend everyone freaks out. i'm no michael jackson, okay? it's just that i don't babysit katie anymore, she isn't my niece or anything, but we do hang out, so she is indeed my friend. i've known her since she was born, and i know i'm biased, but she really is one of the smartest kids i know.
on sundays she spends the day with my parents. not for any reason other than the fact that they like to spend time together. katie comes over and they might watch some tv, have grilled cheese for lunch, and work on fun, crafty projects.
i called mom today while katie was over and got to talk to katie. she's just learned how to knit, and is working on a scarf for someone for christmas (i'm not mentioning who, just in case). she also does some embroidery (yay!) but what i'm super interested in is that she's been making her own stuffed animals.
making a soft toy is harder than it looks. i've dabbled in it, making some art dolls, some sock monkeys, and some shaped pillows. of course, i didn't start doing this until i was in my twenties. so katie's got me beat when it comes to that. i'm hoping that mom sends me a photo of the bunny she was working on today so i can show you. she's just so creative, and i love seeing her work on crafty things. it reminds me of when i was a kid and mom taught my sister and i how to sew, embroider and knit. she was always showing us something new, she was always encouraging us to express ourselves creatively. we were seriously poor when i was kid, but i never realized it. we were always busy as kids, and there was always money for art and craft supplies. molly and i painted, took photos, wrote tiny books, recorded ourselves doing the news, embroidered and embellished almost anything we could get our hands on.