More nesting nestabilities

My friend, Ron, said he didn't have any of the round scalloped nestabilities....so I thought I'd show him how to use a square geometric die....or even a square punch...and do some nested nestabilities.



Fold the paper on the diagonal



And then fold both tips up to the center top



so it looks like this



Next, fold the tip in half...back out to the side.



on both sides like this:



Then open up that fold that you just made



and fold them down flat like this:



Finally, pinch them together in the center:



You can do 4 of them to get a flower like this:



You can also fold the ends back over and roll it into a circle, put 4 together to have a flower like this:



So Ron, you don't need a circle die....there are tons of tea bag folds that you can do and just play with them..unfold them, pop them up, shape them....make great flowers out of them!

Now....who has the heart nestabilies? I'm sure we can make great flowers out of them. It's the Paisley nestabilities that I'm a bit worried about!!!

Childhood dreams

Another collaboration with my sis, Colleen. She sketched the photo of the little boy. I wrote the poem. I used actual wood from an old corn crib for this one. The kid looked like "Tex" to me!




The weathered slat from an old corn crib,
A measure of times gone by
A little boy with a dream so big
With goals as big as the sky.

A cowboy is all he wants to be
But he’s only three feet tall
He listens as Grandpa tells a tale
As they wander down the hall

Out to the barn and up on the fence
Where all the stories seem true
Cowboys and Indians once lived here
Beneath this big sky, so blue!

They lived in teepes and tiny huts
And fought each other all day
As Grandpa tells the story again
The little boy dreams away

Of cowboys and Indians all now gone
Of days in a time gone by
Of things he would like to see himself
Of things that he’d like to try

When he grows tall and old and stronger
When he is a man – on day
He’ll be a cowboy, he’s sure of that
He’s certainly on his way!


I just have so much fun writing poems about everything! Here's one just for you!


What were your childhood dreams?
Where did they go?
How long since you last thought of them?
Is it time to make them come true?