One evening, after too much socializing, I came home jangled and snatched that loom and made a potholder, playing with the colors with a bit of intention. It was marvelously soothing. I still get a little soothe when I handle the potholder in the kitchen.
And when Genevieve realized I had co-opted her loom, she started another potholder. . . only to lose interest at the first frustration. I helped her untangle and restart, but she still put it aside.
I hope that she learns the rewards of following a creative burn through to the finish. . .but I think she's too young for me to push it.
However, those little Colonial girls were stitching samplers by Ben's age. . . .