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smallhobbit) wrote2013-09-28 10:22 pm
smallhobbit) wrote2013-09-28 10:22 pm
Potato Printing
It was Messy Church this morning. Which, for those of you who haven't come across the concept, is family based activities held in a church. Some of the activities are messy - and for some reason, which I haven't yet fathomed, I'm normally running the messiest.
Today we were potato printing. Which gave me a slightly Sherlockian moment when I set off with my plastic box full of body parts. Only in this case, pre-cut heads, bodies, arms and legs. Anyone who wanted to could potato print a person, mixing and matching the different coloured paints (yellow, green, red, sparkly pink and black). And lots of the children and one elderly gentleman in a wheelchair had great fun producing their people. I have just about removed all the paint from under my fingernails.
I should probably add that I had picked the potatoes myself. We grow potatoes at work and I'd been told I could have the rejects for free. So one sunny afternoon this week I was wandering up and down the potato field picking up discarded potatoes. Because everything can have a use.
Someone else was making pizzas, which is why whilst OH was cooking breakfast, I was wandering around the kitchen phone to my ear whilst I found the rolling pin. He never bothers asking me what I'm doing - probably because he senses it's better not to know.
Today we were potato printing. Which gave me a slightly Sherlockian moment when I set off with my plastic box full of body parts. Only in this case, pre-cut heads, bodies, arms and legs. Anyone who wanted to could potato print a person, mixing and matching the different coloured paints (yellow, green, red, sparkly pink and black). And lots of the children and one elderly gentleman in a wheelchair had great fun producing their people. I have just about removed all the paint from under my fingernails.
I should probably add that I had picked the potatoes myself. We grow potatoes at work and I'd been told I could have the rejects for free. So one sunny afternoon this week I was wandering up and down the potato field picking up discarded potatoes. Because everything can have a use.
Someone else was making pizzas, which is why whilst OH was cooking breakfast, I was wandering around the kitchen phone to my ear whilst I found the rolling pin. He never bothers asking me what I'm doing - probably because he senses it's better not to know.