I used to think I was allergic to crafting with the kids. The sheer glimpse of an errant few specks of glitter, the loom bands clogging up the Dyson, a small child’s hand mushing together multiple colours of modelling clay into a sludgy brown… it’s enough to give me heart-stopping anxiety.
The fact I have two children is often at odds with my aversion to crafting. They love an afternoon with a stack of cardboard and some PVA, go wild for poster paints and can’t get enough of Hobbycraft, so I try and suck it up just for them. But I need the simplest craft in the world – like this one! – to be able to get handy with the scissors.
Last week I did something a little out of the ordinary – a wee bit…