My two little boys have all kinds of random plastic crap toys that clutter up my apartment, clog up the hoover and maim me when I tread on them in bare feet provide invaluable learning experiences.
I keep a bag of broken toys, and found or missing toy parts so that I can fix them when I get around to it. Some of these dismembered bits and bobs find their way into my craft stash.
This grate was too good to pass up. I've no idea what it's from and I didn't even wait to find out. I just gessoed it up, painted it cream and wound some paper flowers into it. It was even cuter after I glued on some cinnamon for rust.
These pigs weren't in the broken toy bag. There was absolutely nothing wrong with them - they were perfect. So perfect in fact that I became a bit obsessed with them. I would spend ages eyeing them while helping the boys build their train tracks and farms. In the end, I stole them. Yes, reader, that's right: I stole toys from my children.
But look how cute they are....
I keep a bag of broken toys, and found or missing toy parts so that I can fix them when I get around to it. Some of these dismembered bits and bobs find their way into my craft stash.
This grate was too good to pass up. I've no idea what it's from and I didn't even wait to find out. I just gessoed it up, painted it cream and wound some paper flowers into it. It was even cuter after I glued on some cinnamon for rust.
These pigs weren't in the broken toy bag. There was absolutely nothing wrong with them - they were perfect. So perfect in fact that I became a bit obsessed with them. I would spend ages eyeing them while helping the boys build their train tracks and farms. In the end, I stole them. Yes, reader, that's right: I stole toys from my children.
But look how cute they are....
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