Like Mother Used to Make

So, I was actually instructed to make paper snowflakes for my office by my boss (this must fall into "other duties as assigned") and I diligently began folding six sided triangles of paper and cutting away bits and pieces to form snowflakes. After about four of them I realized something troubling: none of them looked as cool as the snowflakes my mother makes. This got me thinking about how the creative daughter of a successful snowflake maker was having unsuccessful attempts at making snowflakes and I think I have a reason. Math. I'm no good at math. My Mom is a frickin' genius in the math category and I think that has something to do with her ability to design them in her head, see them on the empty triangle and bring them into the world, perfect and desireable.

I'm gonna have to go get lessons again.

Update:

So I saw my mother last night and get this, she not only gave me a goodly sampling of fine little snowflakes (see below), she also gave me a snowflake starter kit, including dozens of prefolded snowflakes in various sizes, just waiting to be born. And I think I can finagle a few more lessons in flakeology. It's good to be daughter!