The Project Project

What an exhausting day it has been!

Normally, it is pretty quiet and my day’s schedule runs smoothly. Today however, was Lil D’s day off. And she had a school project to complete. And she decided to get her classmates over so that they could work on the project together. That resulted in quite a packed day, which went off smoothly in the end because of all the mad juggling between DH and myself. The girls went home with both their projects completed and their quota of fun fulfilled.

It reminded me of the time I had to submit a host of items for an exhibition at school that was part of our curriculum. It was called SUPW for Socially Useful Productive Work, aka Some Useful Period Wasted. The items I had to submit included:

a. a pin and thread work
b. six rubber mats punched with designs
c. a sweater (or something knitted, I can’t remember exactly)
d. a piece of embroidery

and God knows what else!

Not being very handicrafty (good word, no? šŸ˜€ :D), I had all the pieces in a half-done or not-even-started state. Not only did I have to source the materials, but also complete the work. And if I remember right, I discovered this on the weekend just before the submissions!

All hell broke loose. My mother, resourceful as ever, wasted no time in recruiting all and sundry. My father hammered away at the nails for the pin and thread work. Then he did the rubber mats which were really painful, because, in a fit of lunacy, I had cut out really fancy designs on the first mat and we had to do all the other five to match the first one, and we couldn’t get replacements because the mats had been supplied by the school (or something).

My mom took control of the embroidery. Again, in a fanciful mood, I had taken up a rather intricate design and she bore the brunt of my flight of fancy.

My neighbour, an expert at knitting, was given the task of completing the half-knit garment. She had a list of endless questions, and finally, my mom told her to just do whatever she wanted!

I ran around like a headless chicken, giving useless inputs and hindering everyone, and getting my thread all knotted up in the pin and thread work, and messing up the cutting of the edges of the rubber mats.

Finally, I think I just gave up and crashed. The next morning, a neat pile of all the submissions greeted me and I was suitably chastised by my mother for my utter lack of planning, and the trouble I had caused. However, I think my relief overshadowed her rebukes. I think I got a decent grade overall.

So, I can quite understand the saying that it takes a village to raise a child. I’d make that at least two villages — one for the project work, and the other for the other stuff! Don’t you agree?

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