Pipe Cleaners Are NOT Clean
While my daughter and I were on our way to meet some friends (one adult, two children) for coffee yesterday, I realized that I hadn't brought along anything with any entertainment value. Checking the glove box, I found only my duster (yes, I keep a duster in my car for efficient cleaning during driving downtime) and a Wisconsin road map. Dismissing those as viable options, I decided to purchase something inexpensive en route.
We pulled into the Hobby Lobby just around the corner from our destination and sauntered in. We were in search of pipe cleaners, I had discerned, based on our son's recent rabid interest in them. He'd played with some at church last weekend and had been begging me ever since to buy some.
Discovering a wide selection of colors and sizes, we chose two multi-color packs--one typical-sized and one shockingly big. They were so big, in fact, that I thought I might even enjoy playing with them.
The pipe cleaners were indeed a hit, both at the coffee shop that morning and at home ever since. Such a hit, as a matter of fact, that every last one of the two hundred or so that were in the two packages are now strewn throughout our house, gathering like dust bunnies behind the furniture and littering the living room carpet like so much colorful lint.
When I'm bothered by the frightening state of things, I have two options. I can either rue the moment that my clever brainstorm leapt its first neural gap in my head, or I can accept that creativity, growth, and fun are inherently messy and undeniably valuable.
I will choose the second--and will also put yet another Rubbermaid bin on my shopping list so that the creativity, growth, and fun can occasionally be contained.
We pulled into the Hobby Lobby just around the corner from our destination and sauntered in. We were in search of pipe cleaners, I had discerned, based on our son's recent rabid interest in them. He'd played with some at church last weekend and had been begging me ever since to buy some.
Discovering a wide selection of colors and sizes, we chose two multi-color packs--one typical-sized and one shockingly big. They were so big, in fact, that I thought I might even enjoy playing with them.
The pipe cleaners were indeed a hit, both at the coffee shop that morning and at home ever since. Such a hit, as a matter of fact, that every last one of the two hundred or so that were in the two packages are now strewn throughout our house, gathering like dust bunnies behind the furniture and littering the living room carpet like so much colorful lint.
When I'm bothered by the frightening state of things, I have two options. I can either rue the moment that my clever brainstorm leapt its first neural gap in my head, or I can accept that creativity, growth, and fun are inherently messy and undeniably valuable.
I will choose the second--and will also put yet another Rubbermaid bin on my shopping list so that the creativity, growth, and fun can occasionally be contained.
posted by Lisa Strandberg at 7:58 PM
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