Earlier this week I was on the play dough roster for Ava’s kindy.
‘Too easy!’ I thought.
I had all the ingredients in the pantry and bought silver glitter to add a bit of sparkle for the kids to have fun with.
‘The kids are going to love it!’ I thought.
My first first batch was a sticky, lumpy mess. I added some more flour. Consulted Google.
Nothing seemed to work.
I decided to ditch the first batch and tried another recipe that a lovely Insta mum assured me was foolproof.
I measured all the ingredients carefully, gently mixed the ingredients together, mixed some more, then some more.
Still a sticky, lumpy goo.
By this stage it was time to start dinner and the kitchen was a mess.
Frustration set in.
How could something as simple as play dough elude me?
After the second dinner clean up for the evening, I decided to give it one last shot.
I made a call out to my lovely Insta friends and was inundated with recipes, tips and tricks.
Thank you all SO much!
Armed with a fresh, slightly different recipe – I measured the ingredients extra carefully, mixed the food colouring in with the boiling water and slowly added to the dry ingredients.
I was doing all of this at the same time My Kitchen Rules was on and oyster farmers Matt and Rob were having a tricky time in the kitchen.
With my hubby on Google, and me in the kitchen; ‘My Kitchen Fools’ set to work on making a last ditch attempt at play dough.
Third time lucky, right?
It failed spectacularly.
In fact, I think it was the worst batch of the lot.
Feeling totally defeated and deflated (a bit like the boys from MKR) – I decided to hang up my play dough making apron and call it a night.
In the morning I explained to Ava that although Mummy tried her hardest, the play dough just didn’t turn out, but I had a plan – we were going to make an early morning trip to the supermarket to buy some.
‘OK Mumma’ she said, and happily skipped away.
The whole experience made me think about why I was so hard on myself for not being able to make play dough.
It’s not that big a deal, is it?
For people who have slightly / totally A type personalities (like me), not being able to do something IS kind of a big deal.
Our social media feeds are full of our achievements and accomplishments.
It’s our highlight reel.
We don’t highlight the things we can’t do.
But there are plenty of things that I can’t do as an adult.
I can’t swim very well. I can’t whistle at all. I can hardly catch a ball. I still don’t know most of my times tables.
Sometimes it’s refreshing to just ‘Keep It Real‘ and admit our failings and inabilities.
So, hello. My name’s Amy and I cannot make play dough.
A x x x x
What is it that you’ve never been able to do?
Have you ever had a spectacular fail like mine?
Do you have an extra fool proof play dough recipe?
* Cover image via House and Home0