The Curator

Forget the gentle garden clean-up…I am now on a spring cleaning bender and my battle cry is “Purge, Purge, Purge!!” The latest mission: the piles of kid artwork cluttering my office. I swear they multiply like germs. Where is the hand sanitizer when I need it?

Like many moms, I’m a tad nostalgic when it comes to these masterpieces. But I’m also realistic about our household equation: 5 people + 1 dog + 12 hobbies / 1700 square foot = zero room for superfluous crap.

So, I hold on to the more hilarious or adorable creations, then I store some, frame others, and have even made laminated placemats out of a few. (Whoa there with the craftiness, Liz.)

I'm truly grateful to the teachers who foster my kids’ creativity and manage to get the artwork in the cubbies intact. I like to think they have a vested interest in this process. After all, that’s what good teachers do…they inspire kids to use their brains in creative and productive ways, right?

Which is why I was puzzled when I found this piece that Smiley made.

Yes, that’s it. No, there’s nothing on the back.

Perhaps they were teaching the toddlers all about minimalism that week? Who knows, but right now I’m making room on my wall for this gem.

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