These kids love to draw! Oscar is all about little, intricate, starwarsy themed scenes (nearly always in pen), while Poppy's are bright and colourful texta creations, quickly scrawled on the nearest sheet of paper. Oscar will spend all evening on one illustration, while Poppy manages to use up page after page of paper.
What would you do with all these treasures?
I probably shouldn't admit it, but most of them get binned.
It has become a bit of an evening routine. The fed and newly washed, pyjammed kids, settle down for an hour or so of drawing. Despite having beautiful pencils, crayons, pastels etc at their disposal, they both choose the same every time. Pens and textas.
Over the years we have kept a few. Some have been framed, some boxed away, others scanned on to the computer. But as much as I love them, I just can't keep them all. The kids are hoarders at heart, and sadly we have a teeny tiny house.
My Father (and Grandmother) were terrible hoarders. My Dad still is. So much stuff. Just in case stuff. I might need that stuff. But I live in the city, with only a small garden/kitchen pantry shed so I need to be fairly ruthless about what gets kept. Having said all that, not a single one of my toys survived my childhood. A few books. NO DRAWINGS. NO PAINTINGS. NO ART. And my parents certainly had the room. Hmmmm.