After washing the Easter breakfast dishes yesterday, I went outside to be greeted by a glorious day and these Easter “installations” by my children.
I marvel at how effortlessly kids achieve a sense of whimsy in design that somehow never appears too studied or saccharine, and at how unabashed they are about color. There’s just no second guessing, “is this too bold?” This kind of doubt is simply not in their vocabulary. (Also, I don’t think they thought about the groovy juxtaposition of neon plastic, nature’s flowers, and rusty old iron, but Wow!)
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