Yesterday, I turned 46. Though I am not particularly bothered by this, it was...just a yucky day. Humid, sticky, grey. My mood rather followed suit. I thought it would be elevated by a "family night" project of using washers and wire to make minions. (Who couldn't use minions? I think that's one of the best things evil overlords have going for them.) Alas, it was not to be.
I love the washers. They were a (requested) birthday gift. No, don't ask. All I know is that one day recently I encountered a washer and it sang to me, called to be put to use creatively.
However, it was a lot more difficult to make minions with them than we thought it would be. It took an hour to make four, ragged-looking little guys:
Plus, they just end up in a pile when not attended.
This is not, however, the last of the (compelling, if I do say so myself) saga. I/we will figure out a way to make minions, and we will create with washers--we just won't try to do both at once. I am nothing if not persistent (it's where the boy gets it from). Stay tuned for further episodes!
I'm open to ideas: How would you make minions? What would you create with washers?
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