If you have read my Melt My Heart(s) post, then you are familiar with my childhood story of “the art cupboard” If not, let me brief you. Growing up my mother made my brother and I had an art cupboard. I loved that art cupboard. Seriously. When I opened it, I may as well of been opening the door to Narnia. It was always full of fun treasure– markers, crayons, construction paper, stickers, paints, and various other knick-knacks. Every so often while cleaning the house, my mother would tidy the art cupboard. She has her own cleaning service– so she our house was always ship shape. I loathed those days… they were literally the worst. She would get out a blank sheet of paper and test the markers. If they had dried out they would go into the trash can. I guess that was understandable since they no longer worked. It was the crayons that were the hardest to part with. She would throw out the little nubs of crayon that where floating around our giant box. Maybe it was because I was over dramatic… or maybe it was because I was an artistic child– with every coloring device thrown in the the garbage bin was also an opportunity to create some great. Whatever the reason… I was not a fan of “clean the art cupboard day”. Until one fine day my mother suggested that we make giant tie dye crayons out of all my broken pieces instead of throwing them away. Brilliant. I was totally onboard.

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