Okay, so this week in wart I did a little tribute to honor children. My self as a child and my children and all God's children. We started out altering these blocks, but as everyone else was painting and glueing and taping and sanding, Joy, my sis, mentioned that most of them
used to be OUR blocks. AS IN, not a garage sale find, but the very blocks I teethed on and my sister and I used to fill the middle of our mom's brown braided rug with and then run around like a track and twirl and fall down laughing around. So I found that I couldn't paint them or cover them , I just preserved them in a little hanging. It is wrapped in my homespun yarn. The dangles are a necklace that my son made for me. The lovely treasure kind, that you can't wear, (literally can't!) but are given with so much love that you cannot throw them out. It came from a large stash of these type of treasures. I call them LOVE TOKENS. They are better than the tokens at Chucky Cheese and I am quite wealthy in them.