What? You thought that I was going to be thankful for my other scalawag? Hah! I got you!
Well, we’ll get there eventually, but today, I am particularly thankful for the people who, for some reason I will never understand, are willing to sacrifice time, energy and resources to entertain and make possible the crazy things that my brain comes up with, and this, particularly, when it comes to wooly endeavors.
I’m just so darn thankful for Musa at Le Parc du Petit Prince, for saving those stinky bags of wool for me when he sheared the sheep earlier this year. I love it that he is passionate about what he called, “les vieux métiers”, meaning, the “ancient arts”, (he is a pigeon trainer by profession!), and I love it that he is willing to talk to his visiting school groups about these “ancient arts”. I’m just so thankful for having a strategic-partner-in-crime.
I’m thankful to my friends who have working sheep, meaning, these sheep are living, breathing lawn mowers. They provided me with some wool again this year, too, and it was just the loftiest, cleanest stuff I have yet worked with!
I am so thankful for the principal at my kids’ school, who gave me carte blanche to take up time and space in his school, and to the teachers, all seven of them, who trust to me with their kids to do something…well…a bit zany. Like, I don’t know…teach them that clothes don’t come from stores, they come from people who make them. Or… how to spin wool and felt and recycle things to make something fabulous.
I am incredibly thankful for the parents who have generously donated their time to help me cut out 180 CD-sized circles from recycled Amazon boxes, who have donated fabrics and laces and all kinds of materials from their stashes to make this project work, and those who will come to the classes with me to help out when we get to crafting.
I am just so thankful for those people who don’t tune me out when I get a crazy idea: in particular, my indulgent husband who doesn’t mind me turning our bedroom into a storage unit while I am in full-folly mode, but also my children who aren’t opposed to having Mama come to school and hang out for a while.