There have been sewing students who said they wanted their parents to be late picking them up because we were having fun, but this week a child asked if we could keep going until midnight. I laughed out loud. I am not safe with sharp scissors after 9:30, plus there was the detail about us both needing supper. His mother coaxed him out to the car, promising that he could come back. 

This week brought me six children, eager to see their ideas come to fruition. A polar bear, a Pokemon figure, and a scooter cover were all firsts, and turned out nicely. The floor shows evidence of our escapades, and will require my attention today. Folding fabric to return it to the shelves, and rehoming spilled buttons are soothing tasks after the excitement of trying to finish hand sewing before mom drives up. The music playing on my phone and the rainbows from the hanging crystals keep me company. 

The chance to shepherd children in the process of creating is sweet. At times I think it is more delightful than making my own projects, though it turns out I have the good fortune to do both. There are no kids coming today so I will indulge in chopping up perfectly good fabric into small triangles. I try not to think too hard about the irony of it all. Reducing the size for the purpose of making it bigger is a contradiction. 

But maybe it is a metaphor for other endeavors as well.