I realized the other day that all my Domesticality projects (the Garbage Challenge, Advent Adventures, home improvement, homeschooling, etc.) are all based on the question "What would Laura Ingalls Wilder do?"
My latest [accidental] project was having the little ladies sort their toys by type: kitchen play toys, dress up costumes, small doys (doll/toys like My Little Pony), musical instruments, et al. I wanted to make sure we had all the pieces of toys in sets, and that nothing was broken, and give away toys that they never used.
I put the separated toys in boxes and put them on the high shelf in their closet with the intent of them playing with one box, putting the contents from that box back, and switching to a new box and not having all the toys everywhere all the time.
I read about that somewhere.
"Kid toy organization."
"How many toys did LIW have?"
It's been about two weeks.
They never ask for the boxes.
They play with the oddest assortment of household objects, but they do not seem to miss their toys AT ALL.
One day, I got down a box and it was like ChristmasbirthdayDisneyworld. Before bedtime, we packed up the box and put it back.
Do I sound mean? I might. "She won't let her kids have their toys." But blah blah blah, something about the evils of materialism and whatnot.
Simplicity.
WWLIWD.
Boom.
Two years ago: LLLL, in which I lose and find my phone.
