claiming our daze and our days on the prairie
on the same day we made chalk, i made a mold for eliza’s hand. kind of a trial run for preschool…pressing the child’s hand in playdoh, carving the name (or letter in our case) then pouring in the plaster of paris.
i learned that i need to press the hand a little deeper in…especially where the fingers meet the palm…otherwise you might end up with this:
when i first took it out of the playdoh mold, it didn’t even have a crack. and after the persistent parenting i gave eliza, maybe i deserved it. but by today, there is a crack that gives me hope eliza may not flip me off much longer.
i want to perfect this art. what a treasure to see the nooks and crannies, creases and crevices of a little hand.