My child’s handprints in paint at a few months old are one of my most treasured possessions. But his 100th drawing of a shark doing a poo? Not so much.
I am a sentimental type, keeping everything from my babies’ childhood in a combination of the rather maudlin belief that I will regret it if I don’t, and laziness. There are piles of foolscap coloured paper all over the house, surrounded by dustings of glitter and un-stuck macaroni pieces.
Because it’s always oversize, isn’t it? They can’t just work their arty magic on a nice bit of A4 that would fit neatly in a box file, no?
And the stuck on bits! That make the pile all wonky and don’t stay stuck on anyway?
Don’t get me wrong, I love it when they show me what they’ve produced at school / nursery. Mainly because it’s so cute, but also because I didn’t have to do it with them.
But over the summer, with our screen ban and all (five weeks now!), we did loads of creating, which made me feel very virtuous and craft-y. But has left me with a great big pile of stuff that has put me in the tricky situation:
Chuck – or cherish?
Over eight years and three children, I’ve explored various artwork management options:
- Cardboard boxes. OK for one child’s first couple of years, but starts getting bulky.
- Art folders. I have an A1 portfolio for each boy: voluminous and slim-line. Which sit behind a cupboard getting dusty and cobwebby, so I can’t quite face putting anything more in them.
- Piles. In their bedrooms, in my wardrobe, on the kitchen worktop, on the washing machine…All waiting, waiting, for a perfect solution.
- Digital. Some people take photos of their child’s art, which is obviously a neat option. I’ve done this occasionally, but usually only of something that’s particularly good, to send to my mum. And then I keep the original anyway, thus defeating the object. Good if you can bear to physically throw away the outpourings of your child’s creativity.
- Memory. I can’t remember my keys, let alone individual drawings, however amazing.
- The fridge. My holding station for art. Until it slips off the magnet and goes under the fridge with all the dustballs.
- The walls. If something’s good I’ll put it up on the kitchen wall or the boys’ bedrooms. I keep meaning to buy one of those cute washing lines with pegs for displaying artwork, but for now I’m destroying my paintwork with Blu-Tac. But there’s limited space – when the end of term dump comes, other strategies are called for.
- Chuck. Once you start, it’s surprisingly easy to cull an art collection. First you have to put to rest your sobbing sentimental soul – and then get binning! I don’t throw much out, but I do lose the following:
Repeats – my son really does draw a lot of sharks doing poos.
Anything with glitter – it all falls off in the drawer / box / portfolio, leaving a blank piece of paper with the faint glisten of glue daubed across it. Not really an indispensible record of your child’s cultural evolution.
Colouring in – unless it’s truly awe-inspiring or the first time they kept inside the lines, I don’t keep colouring in, because it’s not their own creation.
Things where I don’t really know what they are. (Obviously my toddler is exempt from this.) I’m no art critic, and in the main, think everything my children create is wonderful, but if it’s just a page coloured in dark green? I feel justified in chucking it.
Whatever you decide, and I cannot stress this enough, don’t forget to LABEL! I have so many uncredited masterpieces I now name and date before the paint’s even dried.
The ones I’ll be buried with
My Mother’s Day cards, and anything with “mummy” written on. Even if it’s a portrait of me looking like a gremlin.
What’s your storage strategy? Are you sentimental or selective?