|6 girls, 16 weeks, 18 pieces|
Three times now I've made this decision, and three times now I've changed my mind. They're little monsters, but they're starting to be my little monsters.
When the fall semester started, I panicked. Sixteen weeks seemed like an eternity, and then I got an idea -- I would "suggest" to them that they do a service project, making stuffed toys to donate to our local Red Cross House. I wasn't sure how the idea would fly, charity without a choice, but the other idea, a half dozen 10-12 year old girls all wanting to make different things, would drive me over the edge. Not only that, it would make supply-gathering much more difficult.
Surprisingly, they were all for it. Every so often there'd be grumbling about keeping a piece, but they were always shamed out of it by one of the other girls. Eventually, with the holidays approaching, I instituted the "make three, keep one" rule. Whenever a piece was finished, I bagged it and took it home so there would be no problems.
The Tuesday before Christmas was the final class, and, like the Grinch, I brought everything back. We set it up in the main room for the parents to see when they came to pick the girls up, and at the end, only two pieces ended up going home, and those had been made deliberately as Christmas presents.
Class starts again on January 10th. I know I've got at least 4 of the same girls again, and probably all 6. I asked for suggestions as to what they would like to make this semester, and two of them asked if they could learn to quilt. Part of me wilted at the suggestion, but then I thought of the 3 large bags of scraps in the class cupboard, and agreed. My supply order this time was enough batting to make 8 crib-size quilts, a little more polyfill for a few remaining stuffed animals (I know they're not totally over that) and a few random supplies that were running low.
It's been lovely having a break, but I'm actually almost ready to go back and face my little monsters again.