Goliath... because we do nothing half way

So back in October Mum taught the preschool age group at church and she wanted to make a life sized Goliath... Well she wanted a Goliath I am not sure that she actually asked for it to be life size... I tend to hear what I want to hear... and do what I want to do... 

So we ended up using canvas that I happened to have in my stash and a projector that we borrowed to blow up a Goliath image that I found on the internet, to help us get a general idea of a giants dimensions. 

image belongs to rgcministries.com (click image for link)

Then we altered the drawing to our liking and we all picked different spots and started painting. We found a few other images to help with inspiration on things like the outfit and scary giant face. 

And here he is hanging in the room... he is of course to large for the room so his head had to go up on the ceiling. The kids seemed to appreciate the effort ... especially since Mum brought in slings and foam rocks for them to try their hand at... 

I've been spending a lot of time working on the resource room at our building. I really should probably have blogged about the process because hopefully it will be awesome in the end as it is a relatively decent sized room that will hopefully soon be a one stop shop for our teachers to create activities that will help them teach kids about God and the Bible. It may not be interesting to everyone from that stand point but maybe from a craft room standpoint it will have some interest?

Pass it on

While helping to bring a new sewer into the world today, I thought of my grandmother. Well, I thought of all the people in my life that have helped bring me to this point and I realized that I have been surrounded by creativity from the day I came into the world. In particular I want to focus on my Mema. I don't think she ever thought of herself as an artist or even an artistic person, but she was. She helped give my sister and I a love for being creative. She unconsiously created a home where people loved to be. Hospitality was second nature to her, people always coming and going, the more the merrier. She came from an era where skill in home arts were essential and she was happy and patient while imparting this knowledge to us. I am thankful that my sister and I, though young, were happy to listen and learn. Now that I am older (old) I hope to pass these same arts onto my future grandkids. Until then, I hope to be as patient and kind as my Mema was with the people I come in contact with. I want the world to sew!