There's a link I've been noticing lately, one that's been shared widely. It's the one about the 40-hanger closet. A friend or two pinned it recently - a bit of inspiration for living simply. I didn't even click through, just paused at the title - made me wonder just how many hangers I could count in mine. It wasn't long until I found myself counting those hangers as I put away the laundry - 27. If 40's the goal for simplifying a wardrobe, I suppose I'm a downright minimalist at 27.
What on earth has this to do with beeswax crayons? Nothing, really - but then again, everything. You see, I'm the kind of person who'd rather have little of a good thing than a whole lot of things I care little for. I'd rather have 2 pairs of wonderfully crafted shoes than a closet full of slipshod pairs doomed to fall apart by season's end. The same goes for the toys and art supplies I give my children. I've heard some whisper my children don't have much, but I've never heard any of mine complaining. I think they appreciate the authenticity of things well-made and, like their mother, would rather have that little bit of the good. I'm a bit nostalgic - longing for a world where belongings are cared for, passed down, and treasured. I do hope I've made wise choices - that the play things in this home will one day delight another generation.
Even so, some of those wonderfully crafted playthings are consummable - enter the beeswax crayons. There's something about having less that makes you savor what you have and that's why it's so very hard for me to think of tossing those broken honey-scented stubs. Surely they can be given a second chance - so many more creative days ahead of them. That's what I was thinking when Sophie and I picked through and gathered up all the odds and ends we've been collecting over the past months. Rather than replace the old, she decided she wanted to melt down a batch of rainbow crayons. That's my girl!
She peeled away the spent wrappers and broke down the stubs of beeswax with a kitchen mallet - oh the fun! She sorted and mixed colors in a muffin tin, thought long about which combinations would blend together and give the effect she was hoping for. Into a preheated oven they went, 200 degrees for about 15 minutes - checked them every 5. We took them out to cool before popping the tin in the freezer. It wasn't long until the beeswax pulled away from the sides and she turned them out and began creating.
Crayon cookies, she calls them. I call it making the good things last - as they should. A waste not, want not meltdown.
(Edited this morning to share a bit of simplicity-inspiration from my friend Tonia. Had I read this before posting I would have made room for it above.)