Tuesday, March 27, 2012

crayon art and childhood memories

WE ARE SO CRAFTY. MORMON LEVEL= 100.

In conforming to the likes of pinterest fanatics and crafty mormon moms alike, we have created our very own crayon art with our friends Audrey West and Sarai.  We had three hairdryers going at once and blew a fuse in our room...and then in the lobby...and then in the hallway.  We are now on the custodians "list."

Kelly put a lot of thought behind hers and it turned out to be artistic and meaningful.  I just lined the crayons up by color and started waving the hairdryer around with this kindergartenesque result:


And now Kelly's...


All these crayons made us think about our childhood...It's story time.

Audrey's Childhood

Kindergarten: (Washington D.C) The glory days. Playing double-double this-this, double-double that-that at the back of the bus, having the bomb-est sleepovers of all time, and going to Bush Gardens.
First Grade:  (D.C.) Dad said he wouldn't let go when I was learning to ride a bike without training wheels... HE LET GO.
Second Grade: (Hawaii) Days were spent making leis out of the island flowers, playing with millipedes, going to the beach, and discovering secret paths through the rain-forest in our backyard. (Sadly my parents later informed me it was a tiny garden)
Third Grade: (Washington State) Wore an ugly belt on the first day of school.
Fourth Grade: (WA) Our class played Survivor.  I made it to the top 15, until I lost my tribe an immunity challenge.  They all said they weren't going to vote me off the island but they did... I'm still not quite over it...
Fifth Grade: (WA) Petitioned the principal to start a school newspaper with my friend, Sharae. I wrote the political science column and the book reviews, but was strictly forbidden by one of the boys on the newspaper staff to write the fashion column... I guess not much has changed.
Sixth Grade: (WA) Waged a year long war against the evil Mrs. Davies with my friend, Jordan. We emerged victorious, yet her jean-dresses with kittens poking out of the pockets haunt me to this day...
Seventh Grade: (WA) Beginning of the dark days. Notable events include believing somebody who told me that the coaches of the Superbowl teams that year were both gay.
Eighth Grade: (WA) The dark days. I attempt to use tanning lotion and invent a boyfriend named Kevin Hill. (He went to a different school, but our love was deeper than the sea).
Ninth Grade: (WA) The dark days near their close. I purchase gaucho pants and several sparkly belts.
Tenth Grade: (WA) I join the swim team. I quit the swim team. Am baffled by the success of popular vampire novels. Discover that green gummy bears are strawberry flavoured. Spell everything the British way.
Eleventh Grade: (Kentucky) The days of high school smoke detectors going off every two minutes, painting my bedroom walls, and being the coolest kid at the social reject table. Notable events include running into my house with my car. Always thinking.
Twelfth Grade: (Utah) You start with the glory days, you end with the glory days. Skipping school to go hiking by myself? Yes. Getting the most glamorous job of all time? (Hot Dog on a Stick) Yes. Reading Anne of Green Gables and subsequently attempting to write nature poetry for a month? Heck yes. (Interestingly, in reexamining this poetry, I noticed that nearly all the titles begin with "oh." Examples: "Oh, Spring" and "Oh, That my Dreams Were Clouds." It was quality stuff.)
Thirteenth Grade (more commonly referred to as freshman year): I laugh about my childhood while simultaneously trying to forget most of it. Here's to life after high school!!

-Audrey


5 comments:

  1. awesome....glad you enjoyed some melted crayon fun! :) i'm not sure i want to fit it the "crafty mormon mom" category....but i do enjoy melting things with the hairdryer...and pinterest - so i may be a lost cause! love you!!

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    1. Hmmm... I thought so, wait- did we have Sonovich in 5th grade or fourth? If we had him in fifth grade than it was in 5th grade.

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  3. 5th grade. haha. ;) I barely remember this. I think we were on oppositie sides... but, man. I have horrible memories of 5th grade, like that Stuff and Fluff Pageant. ugh... I never got over that one.

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  4. OH MY GOSH I FORGOT ABOUT THE STUFF AND FLUFF PAGEANT!!!! That was pretty ridiculous...and inhumane. Those poor stuffed animals...

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