Michael and I attempted to make our own stamps to use letterboxing. Considering the crumbly erasers and my inability to locate the exacto knife, I was reasonably happy with how they turned out. It was more of an experiment to see if I wanted to spend the money on proper stampmaking supplies. It wasn’t hard to do, and was actually fun, so I think we’ll invest in the right tools and keep trying.
We went letterboxing with my parents. My dad really seemed to enjoy it. I think my mother did, too, but she tends to get overwhelmed with the sheer number of people in my family, so sometimes it’s hard to tell.
Even the little ones got in on the action. Here’s Priscilla waiting patiently to have someone help her stamp. Her patience was greatly increased by the fact that she had just woken up and was still a little foggy. You can see the wrap on the rock behind her, she had been sleeping on my back. And, yes, that’s a disposable diaper peeking out of her shorts; my washing machine is broken. *sob*
Kenna takes her stamping very seriously. Note the painted fingernails; I had to do her toes as well. She’s turning into quite the girly-girl. She was quite upset with me when I wouldn’t let her make her own stamp. I’ll have to dig deep to find the patience for that project.
Our hike was a series of three boxes, through some beautiful gardens and around a pond full of geese. An absolutely gorgeous day.
