The house is on top of the legs with the sparkly shoes… That’s what it felt like in mid-March when they cancelled schools. To be honest, early on I relished the stay-at-home orders. I felt stretched thin by the holidays and meetings and obligations and classes — being forced to stay home was just what I needed. I settled in like the mother hen with her chicks. I now had time, precious time to finish all of those unfinished projects! But I couldn’t do it. I wasn’t interested in picking up where I had left off. I had no energy, no motivation to create.
“Follow the Yellow Brick Road…” So, like everyone else, I took on the challenge of baking a REAL loaf of sourdough bread. And then, not wanting to waste any of the scarce flour that I had finally found after weeks of searching bare shelves, I used the leftover flour to make paper mache paste. Paper mache houses and baking bread became my new obsession. “You’ve always had the power my dear, you just had to learn it for yourself.”
A house, made from a simple cardboard structure of 4 walls and a roof; the paste and torn newspaper pages fortifying the wobbly cardboard. A loaf of bread, made from a simple mixture of flour and water; the bubbly starter fortifying the dough giving the bread its structure. Week after week I bake bread and make my little houses… “
There’s no place like home, there’s no place like home”… I feel like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz and I wonder when I will wake up.
