I've always felt a little ambivalent about the Pow Wow at Jane's school. It's really fun and it's the culmination of a long unit of study about Native Americans leading up to Thanksgiving. And the teacher in charge is really honestly wonderful...
On the other hand, it also takes place with this in our backyard, and that's something the kids could take part in without quite as much of a "dress up and make noises like these funny characters whose land and lives we stole! good times!" vibe. I'm just a jerk though. Obviously the kids are having a blast...
The boys in Jane (Singing Fox)'s class made shields...
And the girls made papooses and cradle boards. Jane's main concern along these lines was that it must have been TERRIBLE to be a Native American baby because your diaper was made out of MOSS and that would be SO ITCHY.
Her class was studying the plains tribes mainly. Next year I may have to talk about the Matriarchy of the Iroquois...
Ben didn't exactly have a blast, but he endured the whole thing pretty well, considering we woke him up from a nap to get there on time. We decided not to stuff his diaper with moss, for authenticity.
He was a trooper, but he was also happy to be done pow-wowing.
Moving on! I listed some new quilts in the shop.
Sort of wonky log cabin squares.
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