|Paint Me A Monster||
One of my early memories is making something called a "Sit Upon"at day camp when I was 4 years old. I sat with my group, in a sunken nest of balding grass and twigs. The hollow was rimmed with giant weeping willows that looked like they had been there the entire hundred years of Sleeping Beauty's rest. The counselor handed us pieces of patterned oil cloth with holes punched around the edges, matching ribbons and loads of newspaper to crumple. The plan was to weave the ribbon through the holes and stuff the oil cloth pocket with crumpled balls of newspaper. The process was straight forward, the outcome mysterious. I had no idea what a sit upon was. When I completed my weaving I had a pillow- a Sit Upon, to cushion me on the twigs and in the dirt. Very comfy. I have often thought of my Sit Upon and how many things I have made into cushions to comfort me through hard or messy times--a cuddle with my cats, warm chocolate chip cookies, a cup of cocoa, writing in my journals, a funny book, a well-worn sweatshirt. There are heaps of Sit Upons in my life. And they all descended from oil cloth. How about you? What do you remember?