Today- my kid went off to the mall- to shop for school shoes- wearing- my shoes. For the last year my shoes are fair game as she is 10 and slightly taller than I am. I share so much stuff with her- as long as she asks politely first. Hairbands - some costume jewelry.. and art supplies. I have watched many a paint brush die an untimely death at the bottom of a jar as she tried to "wash it real good"; prismacolors- sharpened to nubs; watercolors- mixed in between the pots-ahhhhg. My nice markers- strewn about no caps on!!! Almost more than an o.c.d Mom-artist can take. But I draw the line- at- my - vellum.
Tuesday she had to make a bookmark about a book she read this summer. "Mom- what should I use- this sketch paper is too flimsy and I can't see thru it."
"Put it on the lightbox!"
- "Nah, how about........"
(and I turn around- knowing what she's about to say- fearing it......)
-Vellum?"(it's already in her hands!!!AHHG!)
(my inner Joan Crawford in check) -
"Tracing paper!!" "It's around here somewhere!!!!!!"- I tear apart the studio - find it- say "Go to town."
-sigh. Ahhh. Done with so little emotion- as to not alert her to the fabulousness of the vellum. That's it- that's where I draw the sharing line. My drawing vellum. It is off limits - I covet my drawing vellum.
She has a nice art life - being my daughter- so no sympathy for her. Some day she can buy her own vellum.
On a side note: I have a pal- who has a blog.(really? a blog?) yes- we all have them these days- but she's a prize so I think you should check it out.
The Mommy Chronicles