Spring means pom poms.
What I loved most about the arrival of spring as a child were the arts and crafts that came with it. There was egg dying, crepe paper flower making, paper basket weaving, and my favorite of all, the creation of pom pom bunnies.
However, I was a dexterity-challenged kid. Many times I’d try to be careful about the dyes I was mixing, but then I’d sneeze and knock too many colors into the bowl of water, only to be like, “Aw man,” because all my eggs ended up being dyed a poop brown color. Or I’d be tearing out crepe paper flower petals—paying attention long enough to manage getting one side of the petals somewhat rounded—until someone would say, “LOOK A BEE,” and then I’d look and get distracted, the other side of my petals inevitably becoming squares, and I’d think to myself, “Aw man,” when I saw that my flower resembled a very sad polygon. Or I’d try my best to cut straight lines in my construction paper, but I’d do that thing where half-way the hand starts to taper very gradually—but one think she's still cutting straight—so by the time I reached the end I’d sigh, “Aw man,” because now I had paper strips that were weird and my basket was going to be all lopsided.
That’s why I loved the pom pom bunnies. All I had to do was glue two pieces together, and then let my teacher handle the hot glue gun part of attaching the feet, ears, googly eyes, tail, and nose. It was fool proof.
Except for that one time it was my turn for gluing, and as my teacher was putting everything together, another student exclaimed, “LOOK A BEE." As my teacher looked she haphazardly put my bunny together, so that when it was returned to me I whimpered, “Aw man,” because she had glued everything backwards. “It’s the exorcist bunny!” she said. And I was like, “What?” and she was like, “Nevermind.”
Zara top, heels, and coat; Vintage pants; Handmade pom pom necklace.