Thursday, February 4, 2016
Every Monday afternoon the women of the park’s Craft Room have a meeting that is referred to as “Show and Tell.” The ladies, (and I say “ladies” as nine times out nine, the attendees are all women) gather and talk about up coming classes offered through the Craft Room and those who are willing, show what they are doing with their hands and their time. I usually sit and listen, and don’t offer up too much. My time is pretty well occupied with other things so it feels to me like I don’t have much I can offer.
However, early on I took several of my pounded flower Prayer Flags from last summer to “show and tell” them. I wasn’t prepared for what happened next. There was a LOT of interest. I ended up “teaching” a class on how to pound flowers with a hammer, leaving a stain and impression on the fabric. There really aren’t any tricks to making these, so I estimated the class would take about 15 minutes IF I did a fair amount of talking.
Also, I had my concerns about this project and how well it would work down here in the middle of the desert. It’s a gross understatement to say this is a dry area. If luck is in its corner, this valley receives a couple of inches of rain per year. In other words, there isn’t much that has enough liquid in its veins to yield even a tiny amount of color. So, prior to the class, I gathered the juiciest looking leaves I could find. I had done my own experimentation, which gave me a couple of options. There were a few flowers including the wonderfully red bougainvillea and a little yellow flower reminiscent of a daisy. I had asked my ladies to also bring foliage, flowers, and a hammer.
We had a blast! We sat on the sidewalk and pounded our troubles away. An hour and a half and several yards of material later, we decided we’d had enough fun. We cleaned up our mess and went our separate ways. The plant life we all brought gave us beautiful results and wielding a hammer seemed to be as therapeutic for them as it has been for me.