Monday, October 28, 2013
Over the years my son has come to work with me once in awhile. Once he was about 5, he had been driving me crazy poking into everything, and I wasn't getting any work done. So I laid out a series of beads and told him to sit quietly and string them. After awhile I looked down and saw that he was indeed stringing them, but he wasn't stringing them in the order I laid them out. I started to snatch them out of his hand and chastise him when I noticed that HIS design was actually better than mine! Ha ha! Lesson learned: just because I'm an ar-TISTE doesn't mean my vision is the only vision!