The birth of my son was one of the greatest joys of my life. But truth be told there was one aspect of motherhood that I anticipated with about as much enthusiasm as a root canal: not diapers, not potty training – no, it was the dreaded macaroni necklace! Just what does one do with all that horrible, edible jewelry?! But of course I would never want to crush my son’s creative spirit. So upon receipt of my first pasta pendant, I mustered as much fake enthusiasm as I could (which is a lot, I am a mother after all!), and prominently displayed it on the bedroom mirror.
Then another arrived. Then another. And then something happened. I noticed that all together, the noodle necklaces actually looked good! They’re quite complementary and rather jolly. They add a nice splash of color to that side of the room and balance the composition of artifacts around the mirror. Of course it helps that my son serendipitously chose good colors. Could it be that he managed to channel some of my design sense in utero?
So once again, my son has taught me a lesson in design: not to be so hasty in my dismissals. To consider a little craft in my high design. And, OK, not to be such a damn snob! But most importantly, I learned that sometimes it’s OK to put things of sentimental value out on display, even if you think they’re tacky. Because they are part of who you are. And you never know, they might surprise you.
Now I just can’t wait for the next step: macaroni landscapes!