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The Fine Art of Origami

G has this nifty tablet with lots of free books on it.  Out of this treasure chest of adventure and knowledge came a book on how to do origami.

Back in my day, we used to make origami an art form!  (because it is not already?  moving on!)  Paper cranes, M.A.S.H. chomper thingies, footballs, and, of course, unnecessarily complicated folded notes to our friends and crushes.

So when she asked me to do some origami with her, I said yes.  Not immediately of course.  Because, hello, email.

But after 5 minutes of finishing up some emailing stuff, we got to work on making some origami.

Depending on how you look on it, it went extremely well (great bonding time) and also quite horribly (we barely got a pig to look like a pig).

First attempt at making some sort of a flower,
furiously thrown to the other end of the table. 
How is this for kids with folds like that, I ask you?


The beginnings of our pigs.  Folding paper.
IT'S SO EASY.



Our pigs!
The screen shows our next attempt:
a butterfly.
A butterfly, in progress.  Or rather, The Chrysalis of Papercuts?
G made an executive decision to abandon the butterfly project in lieu of something more her speed.
A cat.
Seriously hard stuff, y'all.  I don't know how I used to do all those fancy folds back in the day.  We ended up ordering some actual origami paper to use later for more frustrating family time.  Now we can stop using up computer paper that I made into squares via sharp, tearable folds.

And no, not sure if "tearable" is a word.  Spellcheck tells me it's not, but I've been led astray more than once by that beast.  Thank goodness it doesn't autocorrect; I think that'd just about kill me on this blog.

Maybe that would be a good thing?  Nah, you silly.

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  1. I give you credit I do not know how to do origami. I have tried will never do it again

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