Most summers, from the time my eldest niece was seven years old, they would spend a few weeks at my parent’s cottage without their parents. When I lived in Ottawa, I used to organize my summer vacations to coincide with their time at the lake.
Along with my younger sister, we experimented with all sorts of crafts. Usually this involved painting and stenciling most everything at the cottage.
One summer though, we discovered the delights of FIMO. It is a plasticine-like substance that can be baked and varnished. We had a blast fashioning all sorts of things, from beads and little cows to miniature baskets and flowers. We overbaked one tray of FIMO, and couldn’t believe our luck when the colours hadn’t change in the slightest. The cottage smelled horrendous though and forced us outside.
Impressed as we were by our creations, we concocted a plan to set up a stand and sell our work on the main street of the town nearest the cottage. My mother was horrified and eventually talked out of it by buying many of our pieces. I always regret not carrying through with that plan!
One memory, one flower and a longing – for a time when I saw the world through rose-tinted glasses.