Making papyrus paper goes something like this.
- They soak the pulp while sloshing sticky papyrus water all over the counters while they are watching the progress,
- They roll with my nice rolling pin while I wonder whether the rolling pin will be fit for pastry after its tour of paper making with my over zealous children
- They slosh water all over the floor as they transport old water to the sink and refill for the next round of soaking,
- They soak for another 3 days while asking me, "Is it ready yet?"
- They roll the papyrus pulp more vigorously this round, splashing water all over the kitchen as the rolling pin presses absorbed water out of the papyrus,
- They slosh water out of the trays onto the floor as they get fresh water,
- They soak, again,
- Then, using about 10 dish cloths per child they lay out the fibers in a criss cross pattern overlapping each piece, press the papyrus between 2 dish cloths until all moisture is absorbed using my nice rolling pin, and flatten the "paper" as much as possible,
- Then they transfer "paper" to some newspaper sections and weight it with stacks of books which I had in abundance since I didn't "organize and clean" this weekend. They didn't even have to leave the kitchen to gather enough weight
- Finally, they continue to switch out the newspaper until the "paper" is dry and paper like.
See what wonderful things can happen if you are open to a bit of clutter.
Next, we will experiment with smut ink and hieroglyphics. I hope the paper is usable.
2 comments:
Smut? Here? On your blog? Oh, goody!
Teasing, of course.
Your kitchen activities are top-notch. Since I quit teaching Sunday school, I hadn't really thought of putting our crafty projects into historical or cultural context, but I should add as many facets as possible to their natural inclination to learn in the kitchen.
Elder Eena and her friend Jenjen scented, colored and molded glycerine soaps Friday afternoon. Clean up was so easy and smelled so good they didn't even want help! Wish they felt that way after a morning of baking :-)
I remember "baking" in my mother's kitchen when I was about 12. Cleaning up then only meant cleaning the tops of the counter. I realize now my mother was kind to let us continue those experiments.
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