Rock N' Roll

A little flashback art project this week with the girls. I remember painting rocks when we were younger, and even remember a few handpainted rock doorstops scattered around our house.
Last week the girls and I traipsed down to the stream for some large smooth rocks that would be good for a little painting. Many more rocks came home in our basket, but they were secretly weeded out...

We finally got around to scrubbing the rocks off and painting them early this week.

It's funny doing art projects with children. Oftentimes, I go into them with big, glorious plans for how the finished project should look. And what is usually being dreamed up in my mind is something far too complicated and controlled for a carefree two and four-year old. This project reminded me that it's just fun to create. to paint. to doodle. to have no plan. no required outcome. no step by step instructions. the process--from wading into a cold stream to pick the perfect rocks, to swirling colors of paint in a dish and realizing they just turn grey on the brush, to arranging the rocks in a row on the porch--is far more important than the finished product.

(love the big, crusty cut on her knee...she's been maintaing these all summer)

And you know what else is important?

Putting on a pair of pink stripey socks, your sister's too big riding boots, and clicking around the house all morning long.