I used to love Play Doh as a child. The smell of it still sends me on a trip to nostalgia-ville. I loved the way I could make whatever my imagination could conjure up and my childish hands could cobble together.
My stepson is staying with us this week and the other day S bought him some play doh. He's 11 and not necessarily into Play Doh but S has recently been getting into time lapse photography and so, fancying himself as the next Nick Park (creator of Wallace and Gromit) S and K planned to make some characters which they would then make a little time lapse film of.
Anyway, they were messing about with it at the kitchen table yesterday when I decided I fancied a go myself. I made a pig. A while later I made a sheep. Then S made a duck while K made a demon farmer. S made a robot wife for the demon farmer and K made him pet dinosaur. I then made a highland cow.
|From R to L: The demon farmer, his pet dinosaur, robot wife and farmyard animals (none of which will be eaten!)|
By this time the others had gotten fed up making stuff and disappeared off to play X-Box instead, leaving me at the kitchen table painstakingly rolling out little bits of orange play doh for the highland cow's hair - my inner child had come out to play and I may even have enjoyed the whole experience more than K!
By the way, I came home from work today expecting to see a funny little time lapse movie of all my wee animals (of which I am inordinately proud!) but instead they'd gone bowling (S and K, not the animals - they'd never be able to lift a bowling ball)and so my wee animals were slowly drying out and falling apart all over the kitchen table!