Good golly. I finally did it. I cut some snowflakes that rock. Historically, my snowflakes looked like a monkey made them with one hand tied behind his back. I'm not kidding. When I was a teacher, I did not cut snowflakes with my students. Shame, shame, I know. But I avoided the art of making snowflakes because I could not do it. How can you teach someone to do something when you can't do it yourself? Well, guess what? The art isn't in the cutting. It's in the folding!! Who knew?
I have Kevin to thank for this whole revelation. He bought some bargain scissors at Staples and wondered if they were any good. I said I would I would take them for a test drive. I couldn't think of a better way to test a pair of scissors than on a paper snowflake. A visit to this website and a pile of snow flakes later, I gave the scissors a passing grade. My family was a wee bit taken aback by my enthusiasm for cutting snowflakes. I think I cut about twenty of them, but it was a euphoric moment for me. I was winning the snowflake war! Buddy the Elf would be very proud of me.
I'm thinkin' 2012 is shaping up to be a stellar year. It's only the third day and I've already conquered a personal nemesis of mine...the paper snowflake. Resolution is sweet. I think the snowflake and I are friends now.
Happy New Year to you.