I bought the book immediately. I wanted us to make Uncle Vova stars for our tree! I rounded up bright color markers, streamers, scissors, glue, and bamboo kabob sticks, set up an impromptu workshop space, and my kids and I totally immersed ourselves. It was one of those little press-pause pockets of stillness that can make all the rush and commercialism and curmudgeonly feelings that often overtake the holiday fall away, leaving only light and joy in their place.
I made new vova stars this year, in keeping with my longstanding tradition of creating an edition of handmade ornaments each year. The fun this time came from painting them. I started somewhat inauspiciously in the quiet of a day in February, covering a sheet of paper intuitively. Continued more enjoyably on a soon-to-follow snow day. The next day, really got a groove going. Kept my mojo in gear. Probably got a little too smug, because soon thereafter all hell broke loose!
But what fun I had tracing star shapes on the back of my two pages of painting, cutting out those stars, and then playing with the volunteer mini-compositions that emerged on the opposite side!
|Vova stars, group photo|