The Feeding Pickle Blog
What a little humble glue can do
It's that time of year when I go shopping with my eyes closed. Back to school items? Where? I can't see them behind my closed eyelids of denial. Except when it comes to glue. I open my eyes then and... I.buy.the.glue. Over and over we have enjoyed this project and the shining star is none other than the humble washable white school glue. Batik painting (utilizing melted wax to creating designs that preserve the original fabric color before dye-ing the whole project) has always intrigued me. This project brings the art of batik painting to a level that even young...
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Playing for Real
I often get photos in my inbox of parents who find their own Pickles creatively playing with our products.Stories happening.Ideas coming to life. Imaginations conquering former impossibilities. And yes, there's even been some singing involved.If there is anything that makes me happier, I'm not sure what it is. This is my goal: to encourage kids (and adults alike!) to do and make things that feed creativity. I can't script what that will look like, but I am always delighted to see it really happening. Be creative today,Marie Winfield
Blooming Day is Coming
I tucked some little bulbs in our unfinished yard last Fall. I had a hunch that at just the right time they'd bloom more than just "pretty." They'd bloom hope. Hope--reminding us that all of the slow, tedious, and even seemingly-minuscule tasks we are working on and working through one day and one moment at a time--that each investment is worth it all. Dying in the winter ground and then ever so slowly emerging into the warm sun and unfurling velvet scent and petals, that little brown bulb of hope burst into magnificent beauty. I was over the moon to...
Do you see it?
Do you see it? I came down the stairs to this: a rocky island in the ocean, or so I was informed. As they explained, I began to hear the waves crashing and the boat rocking. The sun was hot, but in the optimistic sense that it revitalized the sea-faring souls and made anything seem possible. The fish were playing and the rocks were gorgeous colors, but not the colors I had first seen.Do you see it now?It is the beauty of childhood: the ability to see the extraordinary in the ordinary.Always be creative,Marie Winfield