thank you all for your comments on the night-light ...it reminds me of my son, (let's call him binky...not his real name) and how he was for a while afraid of the dark...it just so happens that i am entertaining living my craft and quitting my job and i always end up talking about this with my son (now 28), because for as long as i remember, he has been drawing and making things and even weaving at one point. and then there was a disconnect. he was drinking and womanizing and piercing things and well... i won't go there.... and then somehow he came back to creating. an we were talking a few days ago and i was trying to describe my feelings about art and craft and things and he said...."mom. i think we work hard to practice and perfect our skills until there comes a point where we are so comfortable with the method, we are free and our creative act is one with our soul speaking".... shit, kids are great. what hell we go through for such a gift.
