Hands and feet

Growing up, we had a fabulous art teacher in the elementary school. Her name evades my brain at the moment. When we were in kindergarten, she had each student press their hand into terra cotta clay which she then fired for us to gift to our parents. Mine is packed away somewhere.

Here at the store, I have offered that tradition to our customers. One grandma has her grandchildren impress their right foot and she then hung the plaques on her wall. (The littlest guy had to keep coming back, his would either crack or blow out in firing... finally there was a successful one!)

These are the two I took from the kiln this morning. Big brothers hands and little brothers feet.  The little guy just was too wiggly to get his hands, so we improvised.