My Mother’s Salt and Chalk Art


I have been a bit neglectful of my blog recently. If being busy is an acceptable excuse, then I submit this excuse to my readers.

Today, I’d like to share with you a salt and chalk jar my mom created about three weeks ago. I think it’s beautiful and worth sharing with others. I’d love to share your comments with my mother!

Have a great week!

May 19th- adding to the post:

I will certainly share all your lovely comments with my mom.
This creative process (borrowing Pauline’s words) is a result of a very stressful experience my mom had at the end of March. To help her with the situation, I put a weekly plan into action that includes some art. The salt and chalk jar is one of her creations. Thanks again for your beautiful compliments. Here are the steps

1. Put about 3 tablespoons of salt in a flexible paper plate (the thin, cheap ones)
2. Rub the colored chalk on the salt until you have your desired color
3. Pour the colored salt into a clear container
4. Repeat this process with a different color of chalk until your container is full
5. Be careful not to shake your container
6. Get a paper plate for each color of chalk
7. Use one tablespoon of salt at a time  if your container is smaller than the one shown.

If you try it, please share with us:)

Saved by the bell?

Saved by the Bell


Credit: Bing Images

Credit: Bing Images

Here’s a reflection from when I was 13 years old in 3rd form in secondary school.  My English teacher was not engaging at all that afternoon and since I was sitting toward the back of the class, when the bell rang, I dashed out of the classroom with two of my peers. Yes, I was saved by the bell. Not really. Miss K. saw when we left and sprung into action.  She took the attendance before dismissing the class and then got the register (attendance records) from the office to verify who was absent from school that day.

The next day, when she arrived to class, we were punished. We had to write “I will not disobey the rules” 100 times. That was the first and final punishment I ever received for the duration of my secondary school experience. Whenever I think of this incident I always smile because that behavior was out of character for me. Was I saved by the bell? Perhaps, I was. If Miss K. didn’t catch me, I probably would have skipped class the next time I thought that my English teacher would not be engaging. Then again, I was thought of as a “model student” and I couldn’t spoil that title, could I? 🙂