Sneeuwpop maken op een pallet


Een leuke manier om winter decoratie te maken is door gebruik te maken van een pallet.  Dit materiaal is zeer geliefd voor hergebruik...en de vele gebruiksmogelijkheden! Rondom Kerst en de Winter ,is het leuk om sneeuwpoppen te kunnen maken. Dat kan je maken, door te verven op een pallet.

Zo dacht een BSO er ook over, waar Inge de Groot werkt. Ze hebben een sneeuwpop gemaakt met de kinderen die naar de Buitenschoolse opvang gaan.  Het is een echte sfeervolle aankleding op de BSO geworden, vertelde Inge.

Wat heb je hier voor nodig?

- Pallet

- Plankje

- Lijmpistool

- Acryl Verf/kwasten

- Wiebel oogjes

- Knopen

- Pompons

- Rond stokje

- Plank om hoed te kunnen maken.

-  Schroefboormachine -schroeven

-  Kerst-verlichting

Hoe maak je de sneeuwpop?

1. Maak een tekening op een pallet van een sneeuwpop

2. Verf eerst de sneeuwpop zelf en dan pas de achtergrond. 

3. Verf ogen op de sneeuwpop

4. Verf de neus-wortel

5. Maak op een aparte plank een tekening voor een hoed. Deze zaag je uit, en verf je. Laat alles goed drogen wat geverfd is.

6. Zet de hoed met schroeven vast op de sneeuwpop. 

7. Zet de "wortel" neus vast met een schroef aan de achterzijde

8. Plak een knopen mond op de sneeuwpop  met lijm

9. Geef de sneeuwpop pompons op zijn buik door deze erop vast te lijmen.

10. Door de kiertjes van de pallet kan je de lampjes erdoor steken.  Dan is je sneeuwpop klaar en kun je de lampjes aan doen!


Een leuk boek: Pippa en Pelle in de sneeuw. 

Uitgever: Christofoor

Op een koude winterochtend worden Pippa en Pelle wakker. Er is een grote verrassing: het heeft gesneeuwd! Ze gaan naar buiten en ontmoeten nieuwe dierenvrienden in het bos. Ze sleeën, skiën en bouwen een sneeuwpop. Met rode wangen en een rode neus stappen ze door de sneeuw en hebben ze plezier, tot ze weer naar hun warme huisje teruggaan. Dit prachtige kartonboekje van illustratrice Daniela Drescher nodigt uit om samen met kleine kinderen op ontdekkingsreis te gaan. Een reis warm en droog binnen bij het voorlezen, en als het even kan buiten in de sneeuw!

Bekijk het boek hier.

48 Winter knutsels!

Nog meer leuke winterse knutsels! Ook sneeuwpoppen!!

10 Buitenspeeltips in de kou!

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