Tuesday, January 30, 2018
Day 317/365 - Footprint
I had a little time in between stages of getting my taxes filed to get this done. I think either my childhood imagination was better, or the shape of my hand changed a lot since I was a kid.
I remember fondly making a fist and putting it on a stamp pad and making footprints with the side of my hand. I couldn't find a stamp pad with any ink in the house, so I settled for orange paint and cotton swab.
It was a fun little foray back to childhood, even though it didn't work quite right. I got another funny look from my husband when I was painting the side of my hand. It really does show my dedication to this, though, because I can't stand when ANYONE, let alone myself writes or draws on themselves. This was a little painful for me.