The ubiquitous rainbow loom, we have one, I’m sure you do, too. We got ours in August. I thought it would be fun, but instead, it has become a nightmare, frustrating Second Son to the point that I don’t even want to enter the room if he is attempting to make one. But he’s not the only one. As I sit here typing, my oldest son (he’s home “sick,” today), just yelled out, “I hate rainbow loom.”
Because I hate rainbow loom, too. First of all, the directions suck. After several (read close to twenty) failed attempts at making a bracelet, I had to consult YouTube, where I was put to shame by a ten-year old rainbow loom master, who condescended to me for about ten minutes, schooling me on the ins and outs of making a basic rubber band bracelet. Hey sister, if you’re so smart, maybe you can figure out how to cut that YouTube video in half.
For the more complicated fish tail pattern, we ditched YouTube and consulted our twelve-year-old neighbor, who patiently showed us his method, while we impatiently lost interest and let him finish our bracelets. No one’s been able to complete one since. And forget the elusive starburst. If wasn’t for children way more talented, patient, and most importantly, generous than us, then Second Son wouldn’t be sporting his cool, envy of our family, red and black bracelet. He’s wearing his right now, so I can’t show you, but here’s a triple, we can’t do this one, either.
Don’t even get me started on the plastic pick that (according to YouTube videos) used to be metal, but was probably changed to plastic as a result of some lawsuit where a kid poked his sister in the eye (or it just costs less to make). Using it is like playing a game of Operation. Just ask my Second Son, who got up this morning with the idea that he was going to do something nice for his brother and make him a bracelet. What started as an act of good will ended with objects flying and names being called. Unfortunately, I took the brunt of his anger, all because I gave into his request for “help.” I should have known better, after all, I know this dance well, which is why before I even thought about saying yes, I said, I’m not going to help you if you’re going to yell at me if it doesn’t work. So much for promises. According to my most rational and even-tempered child (not), I “ruined everything,” so “thanks a lot,” said with HEAVY sarcasm.
And lastly, were not the neatest people on this earth, so as you can imagine, Rainbow Loom has just added more mess to my house. Rubber bands are popping up in random places, and every time I turn around, I find the loom with a half-finished bracelet on it.
So, if our Rainbow Loom happens to get “lost,” I think you’ll know where to find it. In the meantime, I’ve vowed that the next time the latest craft fad comes along, I’m just going to wait for my neighbors to buy it, first, and then send my kids over to play. Sharing is good, right?