Several months ago while immersing myself in all things Waldorf and Montessori in the blogosphere I discovered this. I fell instantly (and deeply) in love. I knew deep down that my children needed a toy like this…and that I needed them to have it…and that (somehow) we would need to make it. 
And so…over the period of several months a pile of wood salvaged from an orchard took shape and became a childhood treasure…an open-ended toy ready for hours of adventure…a toy to be passed down from momma to son…from son to babe…again and again.
As I worked on this project evening after evening discovering Hannah-the-woodworker, I learned something about myself. Indeed it was something I should have already known…but perhaps I know it a bit better now. Underneath the many roles that I play each day…I am an artist. It is who I am. Just as much as I am a mother…a wife…a daughter…! I am an artist. It’s about time I started acting like one!! 
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