But really, the finished product (or, actually, draft), is nothing if not accompanied by this.
I was attempting to make the biggest pentagon possible on my tracing paper. In the middle of the night. While my child was crying. Yes, this was the distraction/relaxation I chose when Peter Potamus was going through a rough sleeping patch and I sent his father in so I could take a little break.
Eleven tracing paper pentagons, some wire, fishing line, and complicated glue stick maneuvering, and we have a starry dodecahedron lantern. It doesn’t light up because I haven’t found my paper lantern cord, and I think a second draft is probably in order. But I’m still pretty happy. Especially because I got to whip out SOH-CAH-TOA.